Inside the room, Lu Ao was enjoying himself, bringing out several jars of fine wine for a hearty drink among the three of them.
Lu Ao said, "The Old President of the Silver Moon Commerce Association was poisoned mysteriously, and no one ever knew when he was poisoned. But the poisoning has been more than ten years already."
"He didn't die early, nor did he die late, but right before Miss Yue Qing's five-year term was about to end. This matter unavoidably feels strange."
Lu Ao said this with a profound meaning.
Fang Jin said, "Lu Ao, are you implying that... Yue Zheng killed the Old President?"
Lu Ao hurriedly responded, "I didn't say that, these words can't be carelessly spoken. What if Yue Zheng hears about it? Could I still mingle in Haizhen City?"
Lin Bai, however, didn't care why the Old President died; instead, he began to ponder about Yue Qing.
Seeing Lin Bai deep in thought, Fang Jin asked, "Brother Dongfang, what are you thinking about?"
