Jiang se raised her head to look at him. Feng Zhongliang's face darkened.
"Little Liu!"
Jiang se sighed. She got up, threw the things in her hands, and clapped her hands.
"Don't be angry, I just saw you cut these branches and left them on the ground, so I picked them up. When I was at home, I would occasionally do this with my grandfather. He thinks that when dead branches and fallen leaves fall to the ground, they will easily produce bacteria after rotting, which is not good for the lunar season."
She stepped back. Feng Zhongliang saw her standing in the distance with sweat on her face. Her " Grandpa " reminded him of Feng Nan in the past. It was not her fault. He could only blame Feng Nan for changing so much and becoming disobedient. He should not have gotten angry at her.
