Go up the hill, the third building.
Unless Lady Trish lied about her address, Fu Qian felt he'd already found where she lived.
Yet the place was dark as a ghost den, without a trace of human presence.
It was exquisitely done, though—small at a glance, but oozing wealth, with a perfect view.
But if Lady Trish hadn't lied earlier, then what he was seeing now was a bit strange.
The fact that she hadn't run into the hairclip girl could be explained—maybe she walked too fast, or too carefully, using her familiarity with the place to avoid her.
And then after getting home she still didn't feel safe, to the point she didn't even dare turn on the lights?
That excuse was a bit too abstract.
Or did her head cool down, and the more she thought about having given out her address, the more she regretted it, so she simply didn't dare come back?
The VIP area wasn't big—there were only five small buildings in total.
