The departure of Su Ming and the others marked the end of this farce.
After tidying up the aftermath, Mr. Yi went to an office.
He opened the door, and inside sat a man.
The man was about thirty years old, sporting a small mustache that didn't make him look greasy.
The fragrance in the entire office was exquisite; just a sniff could soothe one's body and mind.
"Mr. Fu."
Mr. Yi slightly bowed to the man in front of him.
"The matter has been resolved, and both Su Ming and Xue Ruohan have left."
Mr. Fu nodded, not showing much emotional change because of this matter.
"It's just, Mr. Fu, I don't understand why you are so concerned about a young man. Even if he managed to get out unscathed under the pressure of the Wendong Group, it shouldn't be..."
As Mr. Fu's confidant, Mr. Yi could say that he grasped Mr. Fu's thoughts very tightly.
But today, he was somewhat puzzled by this matter.
In the past, Mr. Fu never paid so much attention to any young person.
