After entering the Governor's Residence, Meng Lang turned left and right and brought a few people to the rockery. He was about to say that there was something wrong with the rockery.
However, when he walked in and saw that the rockery had been flattened, he was stunned.
"Where are the things here?" Meng Lang pointed at the open mud with a trembling finger.
What was useful was what was on top of the mud. If the things on it disappeared, the evidence would also disappear.
What was going on?
"What?" Jiang Ying asked.
"No, I just want to know where everything on the mud has gone. Those things are very important!" Meng Lang was about to cry.
This concerned whether he could be removed from Meng Hang's nine generations. If he couldn't, his life would be over.
"What are you referring to?" Jiang Ying asked.
"A rockery, a rockery!" Meng Lang said.
