“You went to Guangyang? Why did you go there?” Feng Rubing brandished the calling card in her hand and met the other’s gaze angrily. It was a calling card that the landlord’s son, who was a restaurant owner, had given Rong Jian; it had his restaurant’s address on it. Rong Jian hadn’t thought that things would be discovered this quickly. Being a bad liar, he was at a loss for words.

“Were you investigating me?”

“No, I just wanted to prove your ...