Beside him, the middle-aged man said, "It's been confirmed that Lu Shifeng indeed has a stomach ailment, and his relationship with Miss Su is much better than we initially thought. Also, Lu Shifeng has started to suspect you, so please be extra careful."
Ouyang Yi chuckled indifferently, "When doing great things, isn't some risk inevitable? I suppose the moment I set foot back in the country, he had his eyes on me. But it's fine; even if he suspects me, he won't find any evidence."
"Right," the middle-aged man's voice grew more respectful, "Our people did a clean job, even that waiter doesn't know you're the one behind it."
The incident at the bar was indeed orchestrated by Ouyang Yi.
That day, when Su Xingyu brought over some millet porridge, the sharp-nosed Ouyang Yi immediately suspected Lu Shifeng had a stomach ailment. He promptly staged a good show to test whether Lu Shifeng indeed had stomach issues, and at the same time to probe his relationship with Su Xingyu.
