Fu Sheng did not answer immediately.
For a moment, he simply looked at me, as though weighing his words carefully before speaking.
Then he finally spoke.
"I do not know her," he said.
His voice was calm.
Too calm.
"She is only a shop owner," he added. "There is no reason for her to become a problem between us."
I held his gaze without looking away.
"Is that so?" I asked.
My tone remained steady, but there was no warmth in it.
He nodded slightly.
"Yes," he said. "You are thinking too much into it."
I studied his expression for a moment longer.
It did not change.
That—
Was exactly the problem.
I let out a quiet breath.
"You expect me to believe that?" I asked.
A slight frown appeared on his face.
"I am telling you the truth," he replied.
I shook my head slowly.
"No," I said. "You are not."
A brief silence settled between us.
The air grew heavier with each passing second.
