100,000/Hour Professional Stand-in Chapter 95.2: The Last Dinner (2)

After the consultation ended, Li Mingyue walked towards the smoking area for a smoke. Coincidentally, Secretary Fan was already there, puffing away.

He had just extinguished his first stick of cigarette and was moving on the second when Li Mingyue approached him.

It stunned Secretary Fan. But he quickly recovered and greeted her, “Hello.”

Holding his cigarette between his lips, he helped Li Mingyue light her cigarette before he lit his.

“Come clean. Is there anything I should know?” Li Mingyue asked.

Secretary Fan recounted the events that led up to Li Xiaoxing’s relapse.

He did not need to emphasize on anything. It was obvious the cause was Ji Xinxin and Ji Fanyin.

Li Mingyue massaged her temples and took out her phone to call Ji Fanyin. However, halfway into doing so, she changed her mind and retracted her hand.

Ji Fanyin clearly wanted nothing to do with Li Xiaoxing.

Moreover, even if they wanted to enlist Ji Fanyin’s help, it would be wise to wait for the psychiatrist to confirm the cause before they do so.

There was a long moment of silence while they smoked. When Li Mingyue was done with her first stick, she asked, “Do you have any interest in joining us?”

Secretary Fan did not reply. Instead, he looked at her and slowly tapped off the ashes at the end of his cigarette.

Li Mingyue, too, did not ask again.

Any intelligent person would know the underlying message beneath her question.

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Ji Fanyin was the first to find out Li Xiaoxing’s condition. After she ended the call with Secretary Fan, she had straightaway launched the ‘Temptation of Home’ app and noticed the spike in numbers.

At that moment, Shen Qi was standing beside her, arranging some documents for her viewing. He asked, “Are you in a good mood?”

Ji Fanyin raised her eyebrows. “What do you think?”

Shen Qi looked at her. “I think you are in a good mood.”

“I think a lot of the tragedies that happened were caused by the victims themselves.” Ji Fanyin leaned back in her chair and twirled her fountain pen between her fingers.

If Li Xiaoxing had chosen to let bygones be bygone

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