On the way back to the villa, Ruyan, who was driving, asked Lin Fei, "Lin Fei, tell me honestly, was it you who secretly turned the fifty thousand in that bald man's briefcase into flour, and what happened in the changing room?"
Lin Fei did not hide it and said to Ruyan, "That's right, I did all of that."
Although she had anticipated it, Ruyan was still a bit surprised to hear Lin Fei admit it himself.
She couldn't help but say to Lin Fei, "Did you really turn his fifty thousand into flour?"
"Ruyan, do you think I'm a magician who can turn money into flour?" Lin Fei laughed.
Ruyan frowned slightly and said, "But didn't you just say you did something secretly?"
Lin Fei didn't deny it and said, "That's right, I did something secretly. When Baldy Qiang threw the briefcase to me, I patted it and realized the contents didn't feel like bundles of cash, but rather soft like flour, so I dumped the flour out in public, and it turned out I guessed right."
"That's it?" Ruyan asked.
