Opening the Gifts
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The confidante looked hesitant. Facing Xiang Weinan's questioning gaze, he could only laugh awkwardly and hand over the note in his hand, "Lord, Young Master Meng asked me to give this to you. He has already left."
Xiang Weinan frowned and muttered, "Does he really think he's mute? He even chose to write when he's looking for me?"
He waved his hand and the confidante left.
Then, he sat on the armchair and opened the note. There was only one small paragraph on the note: Find the evidence of the Shu family yourself. If you can't find it, you're trash. Don't disturb the Lu family and don't get close to Lu Shuyu.
The veins on Xiang Weinan's forehead throbbed. He was the f*cking trash.
He gritted his teeth and tore the note into pieces. Then, he threw the pieces on the ground and stomped on them a few times. In the end, he picked them up angrily and threw them into the brazier, watching as the paper turned into ashes.