015 Foster Father

Fu Yunshen didn't seem to care much, "Hmm?"

This time, the response from the other side came quickly.

"Three people, all on the assassination list, I've sent you the information."

"Don't die on me before we've even met."

Fu Yunshen's eyelashes fluttered with a light laugh, "Don't worry, I can at least manage a meeting."

The red letters faded, and the screen finally returned to normal.

On the previously empty desktop, there appeared three folders, named—

Sharpshooter No.4; Killer No.5; Hypnotist No.7.

Fu Yunshen scanned them but didn't open the folders to look.

He closed his laptop, stood up, glanced at his watch, and then left.

**

Today happened to be the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and there were many lantern sellers on the streets.

The midday sun at half-past twelve was brilliant yet not blinding, with just the right amount of warmth.

Ying Zijin turned her head and watched a group of kids skipping rope nearby, her gaze softening.