River Dam Bungalow.
The perceptive Chen Siyu saw through the conspiracy's truth, yet she didn't make it known.
Even if she were to accuse the damned old lady now, it wouldn't help; she's over seventy and has resistance!
Chen Siyu walked up to Tang Fu, examining her mouth: "Fufu, Jiang Ning didn't hurt you, did he?"
Tang Fu's voice was soft: "I'm an athlete, why would there be a problem?"
Beside them, Xue Yuantong crossed her arms, thinking sarcastically: 'Keep pretending. If it weren't for my servant's intervention, you'd be done for.'
'A mere Tang Fu, just a child.'
Chen Siyu praised, "Can athletes also master ventriloquism?"
Tang Fu: "There's nothing I can't do."
She seemed to cast aside matters of life and death, carefree beyond measure.
Xue Yuantong, understandingly, didn't bring it up either. She coughed twice, saying, "Since things have come to this, let's prioritize environmental protection."
Then she began discussing details with a few people.
