"I've got the information you asked me to look into, but you have to do me a favor!"
That evening after work, just as Zhou Fan and Chu Yan were finishing dinner, Fan came looking for him.
"Do you a favor? No way. When you come looking for me, it's never for anything good!"
Zhou Fan shook his head like a rattle. He plopped down shamelessly on a bench and lit an after-dinner cigarette.
"It's not really a favor for me. It's about that fake couple—the man's name is Li Yang, and the woman is Wang Yun. Are you sure you don't want to get revenge for your wife?"
Fan wasn't in a hurry either. He copied Zhou Fan, lighting a cigarette of his own. He was confident Zhou Fan wouldn't just ignore this.
"Not interested. I just want to live a peaceful life with my wife." But to Fan's surprise, Zhou Fan didn't even glance at him, remaining completely unfazed.
'Trying to get one over on me?'
