Elsewhere, in the deep night, there was another man and woman facing each other over a cup of coffee, in spite of the late hour.
"Murong Yue, is your stepmother truly the mother of Hu Lei?" The man asked with sharpness in his eyes.
The woman looked at the man with barely concealed adoration. She had been excited when this man of her dreams had reached out to her for a private meeting. She did not expect that it was about her career because he had never dealt with her directly. However, she could never have guessed that he was interested in that useless girl.
"Qi Han, may I ask why you are interested?" She had heard the rumours, but she had never thought that it could be true.
Her slender fingers tightened around the hot mug in anger as she waited to hear the response. She could not imagine how that nobody had come to know Qi Han.
"This is my business. I can look for information elsewhere if you do not wish to share." He retorted.