Upon hearing this name, even though Fang Cheng was already mentally prepared, he still appropriately showed a trace of just the right amount of confusion:
"Oh, Ideal Land?"
Cheng Jiashu's eyes were sharp, seeming to want to discern something from Fang Cheng's face, but the calm expression on the other person's face left him a bit frustrated.
He hesitated for a moment, then tentatively asked:
"Fang Cheng, let's not beat around the bush."
"Last night I heard some rumors about a particularly vicious bomb attack in the East Suburb, making quite a noise, it even got on the TV news... Could this have something to do with you?"
Upon hearing this, Fang Cheng's eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if trying to recall his activities that night.
Then he shook his head, flatly denying it:
"Last night I was drinking at the bar, drank too much and fell asleep as soon as I got back, knowing nothing about it."
