Evening, Bright Grand Hotel.
Zhang Fan sat in the hotel lobby, taking out a stack of documents from a manila envelope.
These materials were gathered by Fang Changle and the Qi Brothers from their respective sects, all more or less related to the Rat of the Thirteen Zodiacs.
"Where are Old Fang and the Qi Brothers? Why didn't they hand this to me themselves?" Zhang Fan asked Li Miaoyin, who sat opposite him.
"They only asked me to pass it to you, saying..." Li Miaoyin paused before continuing, "won't interfere with you."
"Won't interfere with me? Interfere with what?" Zhang Fan was taken aback, then his expression turned peculiar.
"I'd like to ask you, what did you say to them privately?" Li Miaoyin scrutinized Zhang Fan.
"What could I have said to them?" Zhang Fan pursed his lips as if he'd guessed Li Miaoyin's implication and couldn't help shaking his head, saying, "Rumors are fearsome."
As he spoke, Zhang Fan lowered his head to look through the documents in hand.
