Everything was just Tang Xi's guess.
He could not act rashly so as to avoid alerting the enemy.
Tang Xi took out a few bottles of wine from the wine cellar and sat down in the back garden.
He opened the bottle and drank from it.
He looked dispirited and depressed.
Fang Ye walked over and advised, "Young Master, your stomach is not in a good condition. You should drink less."
Tang Xi smashed the wine bottle on the floor and shouted with a dark expression, "Scram. Don't interfere in my matters!"
…
In the villa's loft.
There was a woman with a smile on her lips, but that smile did not look normal.
The windowsill of the attic was tightly sealed, but there was a pair of binoculars placed there.
The scene of Tang Xi drinking in the back garden appeared in sight.
The woman looked at Tang Xi repeatedly and found him familiar, but she could not remember who he was.
