Every single brick and tile at home remained unchanged. A small hole in the corner of the wall had still not been patched, and everything was just as it used to be. Yet who could tell him where these three people had popped out from?
Full of doubt, Zhao Yan forced himself to nod with a calm demeanor before striding into the house. He urgently needed to know the truth right now.
It was already somewhat dim inside the house, though people's faces could still be vaguely made out. To actually read words would take quite a bit of effort. The candlelight flickered within the room, and Gu Muling sat under that warm yellow glow, slowly looking over the account books.
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