"Let's go then."
Confronted with Adele's request to accompany her, Fu Qian appeared indifferent, as if he couldn't care less.
Of course, that was only on the surface; in fact, he was quite satisfied with the proactive offer.
After all, he knew of Paul only by name and had no clue where the man lived.
"But don't you dislike him?"
While being satisfied, Fu Qian casually threw out a piece of information to make the conversation more natural.
"It's precisely because I dislike him that I want to go."
Adele snorted, not denying Fu Qian's statement at all.
"If I don't warn him, that guy might just lock Henry up in a cupboard."
Not to mention, your prediction of Henry's fate was crystal clear—he was indeed destined to end up in a cupboard one day.
After admiring Adele's foresight for a moment, Fu Qian gestured for the lady to go first.
...
Indeed, neighbors.
