If it were Chen Jianfeng's funeral, Mo Huaixing would definitely run into acquaintances. Was this a test?

After Lu Zhengqian left, Gan Tang went to the glass greenhouse on the top floor and called Mo Huaixing under the starry sky.

Is it a convenient time for you to talk now?

The voice on the phone sounded like it was in a club, a bit noisy. Then I heard footsteps, and gradually the noise faded away.

"It's convenient, you tell me."

"Dad is going to pay respects to an old friend and wants you to come with me."

Although Mo Huaixing's phone call was no longer monitored, Gan Tang was still very careful when she started speaking. "I don't want you to go, but Dad didn't agree. Do you want to listen to me and find a reason not to go?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end, then a deep voice said, "Let's listen to Mr. Fu."

"If so, aren't you worried about running into acquaintances?" Gan Tang asked anxiously. Now that Lu Zhengqian suspected him, it was indeed inappropriate not to go. He reminded him, "Why don't you inform them and ask those who know you to avoid us?"

Mo Huaixing's voice became hoarse again: "It's been three days, and the list of funeral guests has been released."

Therefore, if Lu Zhengqian only allowed Mo Huaixing to go with him, and the guests at the funeral changed, then that would be solid evidence.

Gan Tang asked anxiously, "What should we do then?"

"I will act according to the circumstances."

"How can we play it by ear?" Gan Tang grew anxious listening to his unhurried tone. She had always thought that besides surveillance, Lu Zhengqian would most likely test her in business matters, but she never expected him to test her in such a small detail, and that she had become a link in his trap.

Gan Tang grew increasingly anxious, wondering how many more such tests would occur. That night, she had another nightmare and woke up covered in a cold sweat.

This can't go on any longer.

Gan Tang reached for her phone, got up, and made a call to Fang Heng.

Fang Heng's voice sounded tired, as if he hadn't slept all night: "Sister Lu, I've been quite busy these past few days, and the matter you asked me to do hasn't been resolved yet."

He thought she was looking for him because of Lin Shuang.

"No!" Gan Tang explained, "I have something else to discuss with you. Do you have time to come to Jin Hai today?"

Tomorrow is Chen Jianfeng's funeral.

"I've been quite busy these days," Fang Heng declined. "I'll come see you when I have time."

"Don't hang up!" Gan Tang said urgently, "I have something urgent to do, very urgent."

There was a pause on the other end, then someone said, "I'm at Jinhai People's Hospital. Come find me."

"good!"

Gan Tang got up and drove to the People's Hospital.

In the ward on the tenth floor, Gan Tang saw Chen Qianqian lying half-reclined on the bed, her face as pale as paper. Fang Heng sat beside her, feeding her rice porridge.

"Brother Fang Heng, I can eat by myself." Chen Qianqian saw Gan Tang come in and take the soup bowl, and reminded Fang Heng, "You stay with Sister Lu, I'm fine."

"I'm not in a hurry," Gan Tang quickly waved her hand. "You eat first."

Fang Heng stood up and said to Gan Tang, "You stay with Qianqian for a while, I'll go find a doctor."

"Okay." Gan Tang sat down and, seeing that Chen Qianqian had an IV in her hand, took the bowl from her. "I'll feed you."

"Thank you!" Chen Qianqian smiled faintly, her face still pale, but her eyes looked even more swollen.

Gan Tang looked at her with concern and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's acute gastroenteritis, nothing serious. Fang Heng is making a big deal out of it." At this point, Chen Qianqian hurriedly explained, "Sister Lu, don't misunderstand, I'm just his junior sister."

Gan Tang lowered her head guiltily, but fortunately, Fang Heng returned shortly afterward.

"Stay one more night, and you'll be discharged early tomorrow morning. You won't be late."

"I'm fine!" Perhaps because the two had been arguing for a long time, Chen Qianqian pleaded with him, feeling wronged, "Dad is waiting for me, please let me go back."

"Then you should get some sleep. Once you've had a good night's rest, I'll take you home." Fang Heng helped Chen Qianqian lie down and smoothed her long hair to one side.

Gan Tang had never seen him so attentive before. She wanted to say something, but swallowed it back and quietly waited for him to finish before following him out of the ward.

“I remember there’s a coffee shop across from the hospital. Shall we go sit there for a while?” Fang Heng asked Gan Tang in the corridor.

Gan Tang shook her head and asked, "Have you eaten? I'll go eat with you."

"No need, I'm not hungry." Fang Heng stepped into the elevator, blocked the door, and pressed the button for the first floor. Gan Tang went in and pressed the button for the second basement level. "Then let's go to your car."

“Okay!” Fang Heng didn’t stand on ceremony.

His car was parked in a secluded corner, and Gan Tang got in when she saw that no one was around.

How is she doing?

"Who?" Fang Heng asked.

“Your junior sister,” Gan Tang explained, “I know Teacher Chen has passed away.”

Fang Heng, whose expression had been calm, turned somewhat ugly and said, suppressing his anger, "What is it? Tell me."

Gan Tang nodded, "Tomorrow is Teacher Chen's funeral, and my dad will take me and Mo Huaixing there."

"I understand." Some things are understood between the two without needing to be said.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Gan Tang gripped her shoulder bag, looked at Fang Heng, and finally spoke: "Sheng Ziyi asked me to come find you."

She wanted him to save her, but she had to reveal her identity.

Fang Heng looked directly at Gan Tang, "And then?"

"Lu Zhengqian is none other than the infamous Mr. Fu in the underworld. He's now being suspected by Lu Zhengqian and wants to ask for your help."

"How can we help?" Fang Heng's expression remained unchanged.

Gan Tang found it a little strange, but didn't think much of it and continued, "He wanted to give Lu Zhengqian an 'undercover agent,' but Lu Zhengqian is keeping an eye on him now, so it's not convenient for him to act. If you can take the initiative to contact the 'undercover agent,' it will be much easier."

"I'm sorry, I can't help you with this."

Fang Heng's answer took Gan Tang by surprise: "How could he be helping me? He sent me to find you."

Fang Heng leaned back in his chair and calmly exposed her lie: "He won't let you come to me unless he's dead."

Gan Tang said urgently, "But I'm telling the truth. He's in great danger right now. Just because he didn't ask you for help, are you going to abandon him?"

“I can help him, but you have to answer one question for me.” Fang Heng’s voice finally showed a hint of change, “How did my teacher die?”

Gan Tang was shocked and avoided his gaze: "I promised him I wouldn't tell you."

"Then I'm sorry, I can't help you either."

Fang Heng was about to get out of the car when Gan Tang grabbed his arm. "Even if it's for Qianqian's sake, is it wrong?"

"For Qianqian's sake," Fang Heng suddenly snapped, "how am I supposed to tell her that the man she's loved for ten years is the culprit who killed her father?"

"Fang Heng." Gan Tang was also angry and said angrily, "You are also a policeman. How could you say such a thing?"

“My teacher can be tried, but not him.” Fang Heng slammed his fist on the steering wheel, his lips trembling. “How is Qianqian supposed to face him after this?”

Gan Tang looked away. "Since you've already guessed it, why are you asking me?"