Li Zhiyuan: "Go ahead."
Zhao Yi pointed to the two rattan chairs at an angle: "Let's sit there and chat."
Li Zhiyuan shook his head, looking at the fire pit before him: "The book hasn't burned clean yet."
Zhao Yi reached out, ignoring the flames, flipping the book pages directly to help it burn more thoroughly and quickly.
"When I finished writing this book, I was full of confidence, thinking I had thoroughly understood and analyzed the Zhao family from top to bottom, only now realizing that's not the case.
Some secrets, only the current Family Head... hehe, no, I estimate even my grandfather didn't know. If he knew, I could definitely notice it.
Even the Family Head is unaware, only a few elders of the family know.
For instance, the one who once helped me deliver a proposal-like post, the Zhao Family Elder of ours.
At the time, I just thought he was old, foolish, daydreaming, a toad lusting after swan meat..."
Saying this, Zhao Yi extended a finger, tapping his forehead.
