"If you accepted it, why throw it away?"
"Afterwards, I heard you say... It seemed like Li Zishen forced it on you, and you really dislike him. You couldn't return it, so you might as well throw it into the pond to feed the fish."
"The one in the back garden?"
"Yes."
After hearing this, Tang Xiaowan gave a bitter smile, "That's right, he's just like that, likes to force people. Last month he confined me in Li Garden and wouldn't let anyone talk to me. I felt it was strange at the time."
"Your instincts are always accurate."
In fact, ever since Tang Xiaowan had been to Li Garden, she hadn't been idle, constantly causing destruction.
She wasn't just dismantling expensive furniture or security cameras at various intersections; she'd also recklessly smear ink on antique paintings and calligraphy—she really knew how to wreak havoc.
Her goal was clear: she wanted to provoke Li Zishen, to force him to admit he was the mastermind behind the scenes.
