A subtle tranquility enveloped the study.

Chuanliu didn't press further, but waited quietly for Qianchuan's answer.

After a long silence, Qian Chuan let out a heavy sigh. "I can let you see Lao Feng, but you must promise me that you will never let anyone on Paradise Island know of his existence."

Chuanliu nodded without hesitation, "No problem."

The WD Investigation Bureau... shouldn't count as people from Paradise Island.

Qian Chuan turned slightly to the side, his back to Chuan Liu, and pushed open the study door. "You wait here. He should have gone out with the servants again. I'll go out and find him."

Chuanliu obediently sat behind the large desk, casually pulled a book from the bookshelf, and began to read it.

Seeing that the girl had finally calmed down, Qian Chuan felt relieved and left the room.

However, just as the sound of Qian Chuan's footsteps gradually faded at the end of the corridor, the girl in the study moved.

After confirming that Qian Chuan had completely left, Chuan Liu's hand, which was turning the pages of the book, suddenly paused. His gaze quickly shifted from the pages to the landline phone on the desk.

Close the door and dial a number.

Her movements were decisive, as if she had planned everything in advance.

She came here to find evidence, and now that she had Qian Chuan's "confession," Feng Mi's identity as a lackey was basically confirmed. There was no need for her to delay any longer.

Without the slightest hesitation, Chuanliu picked up the receiver, his fingertips flying across the dial pad as he entered a number he had already memorized.

5-6-5-3-7.

As the phone rang, Chuanliu's heart began to race.

After the phone rang three times, Chuanliu hung up; after waiting another 10 seconds, the landline rang.

Everything proceeded according to procedure.

Just as Chuanliu's fingers were about to touch the receiver to answer the call, the doorknob of the study quietly turned, making a slight creaking sound.

According to his calculations, the money string shouldn't be back so quickly. A sense of doubt arose in Kawaryu's heart.

She immediately hung up the phone and held up the book in her hand.

The door slowly opened, and a figure that was both familiar and somewhat unfamiliar came into view—it was Old Feng.

Old Feng, whom we hadn't seen for a long time, still had a full head of white hair and his appearance hadn't changed much. If we really had to find a difference, it might be that he had gained some weight.

Most importantly, Lao Feng's eyes, which used to be crazy, now appear exceptionally peaceful and profound.

It seems that Lao Feng has overcome the effects of his illness, regained his senses, and become a normal person again.

His gaze calmly fell on the girl in front of him, and he said the words that many people say when they reunite: "Long time no see."

Chuanliu looked at him calmly, as if the ringing of the landline just now was just an illusion. "Long time no see, Mr. Feng Mi."

A gentle yet slightly desolate smile appeared on Feng Mi's lips, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes recorded the hardships of the past. "I thought you would call me Old Feng."

Chuanliu closed the book in his hand, a hint of deep thought flashing in his eyes. "It seems that your illness has been cured, thanks to Brother Qian Liu's diligent care."

Feng Mi walked slowly to Chuan Liu's side, put his hands behind his back, and revealed a trace of indifference and self-mockery after experiencing the vicissitudes of life. "Yes... why am I still alive? It's such a waste of resources."

The two sat facing each other, with a desk between them.

Chuanliu said, "Don't say that. You are very important to many people."

"So, that's why you came to see me?" Feng Mi asked.

A bright light suddenly flashed in his aged eyes. "What... were you doing just now?"

"Me? I've been waiting for you."

Chuanliu remained calm and answered without panicking.

She tilted her head slightly, her gaze quickly sweeping over Feng Mi's back to confirm that Qian Chuan had not returned with him. "I thought Brother Qian Liu would come back with you."

Feng Mi smiled, gently raising her eyes as if she could see into people's hearts. "I saw him leave. Besides, don't you want to talk to me alone?"

As he spoke, he pointed to the landline on the table and said casually, "Oh, by the way, this landline has caller ID. If you don't want others to know, you should probably clear the call history."

Upon hearing this, Chuanliu's gaze instantly focused on the landline, a surge of indescribable surprise and wariness welling up within him.

She quickly picked up the microphone, entered the landline settings menu, and sure enough, saw the history on the screen.

"you……"

Chuanliu hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself.

She stared at Feng Mi in disbelief, her eyes filled with wariness, unsure how to react.

The latter, however, remained calm, letting out a soft sigh as if lamenting the passage of time, "It's been so long since I've seen this number..."

"What...what did you say?"

Chuanliu felt a chill run down his spine. He had just finished deleting the record when he suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with astonishment.

What's going on?

Feng Mi actually recognized this number?

Chuanliu's movements seemed to be frozen by an invisible force at that moment, and her eyes were filled with complex emotions.

Doubt, curiosity, and wariness.

Every action and word Feng Mi made after entering the room was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.

She gazed at Feng Mi, a deep interest in him that she had never felt before.

Feng Mi smiled slightly. "You seem to have a lot of things to ask me."

The river fell silent.

Old Feng's attitude puzzled her. His conversation with her was not like that with a stranger, but like that with an old friend she hadn't seen in a long time.

Moreover, his candidness made her even more cautious, hesitant to reveal her true intentions, while she silently pondered Feng Mi's real purpose.

Feng Mi seemed to sense Chuan Liu's caution as well. He stood up, leaning on the armrest of the chair, and took the lead, saying, "Let's go."

"Where to?" Now it was Chuanliu's turn to be confused. "Did Brother Qian Liu let you go out?"

Feng Mi opened the study door and gestured for him to come in. "Don't even mention it. Let's go for a walk before that kid comes back. He always catches me when I sneak out. It's been so long... I haven't been out in the sun."

Old Feng led Chuanliu downstairs as if he were at home.

A waiter from the lobby came up and blocked their way.

The waiter looked at the two people coming downstairs together, his expression slightly puzzled. "Mr. Feng, what are you doing here? Didn't you go out? Our boss went out to look for you."

Old Feng said, "Ah...we were just about to go for a walk."

The waiter said somewhat awkwardly, "The boss instructed that you should let him know when you go out. Why don't you wait for him to come back first?"

Old Feng waved his hand, "Have your boss come to me when he gets back."

"But……"

Before the waiter could say anything more, Old Feng had already left with Chuanliu. She quickly called two bodyguards to follow behind them.