She knew it. Jiang Danhe wasn't a disrespectful person. In her daily interactions with him, he was always very considerate towards her thoughts. Therefore, what happened tonight was a little unusual.
Xiaoguo carried the basin to the kitchen and refilled it with cold water. As her gaze swept past the trash can, she suddenly thought of something. Could there be something wrong with the herbs?
Xiaoguo put down the basin and went to the trash can to look for the herbs that were thrown out.
As the cloth bag was normally reused, whenever she threw out the herbs, she would remove the dregs from the bag.
The trash can was also cleared once a day. Coincidentally, it had just been cleared the day before, so the trash can was quite empty. Xiaoguo found most of the herbal dregs inside and laid them on the ground. With the help of the light, she scrutinized each of them carefully.