Inside the room.
There's only that blindingly white "pristine cloth" left.
It quietly lies on the Eight Immortals table, like a blazing fire, yet also like a cold iron.
Accept it, or not?
This is a question that could drag the entire Gu Family into a whirlpool.
Gu Yanshen said nothing.
He walked over, bent down, and was about to rewrap the roll of fabric with oilcloth.
"We can't return it."
Lin Wan Yi spoke up.
Gu Yanshen halted his movement, turned around, and looked at her.
"This thing kept here is a disaster." His voice was deep.
"I know." Lin Wan Yi walked to the table and gently brushed her fingers over the smooth, cold material. "Accepting it is bribery."
She lifted her head, meeting Gu Yanshen's gaze.
"But if you return it now, you will be embarrassing Navy Commander Liu."
"A 'great artist' who just moved Mr. Chen to tears at the old cadres' activity center, and then turns around and offends the Navy Commander."
"What do you think people outside will say?"
