The manor in Nancheng... burgled?
Duan Feihan slightly furrowed his brows. Before he could even speak, the butler continued, "No... it's not exactly a burglary, only our peach blossoms were stolen!!"
Duan Feihan's expression shifted subtly. Only the peach blossoms were stolen?
Who would steal such a thing?
A thought suddenly surfaced in his mind. Could it be...
The butler looked up at the best-cared-for peach tree in the peach grove, as if... it was bald?
"Mr. Duan, wait a moment, the other party is also provoking us!" came the butler's voice through the radio, growing stranger and stranger.
Duan Feihan's voice became even heavier, "What exactly is going on?"
"Mr. Duan, I will hang up the phone first and send you a photo to see," said the butler.
The butler hung up and quickly sent a photo to Duan Feihan's cell phone.
Duan Feihan held his phone, his eyes dark as he looked at the photo; his peach tree... was bald.
