"Elder Ancestor, you always scold me, but I haven't done anything wrong. I was quite clever when I arrived, but over the last two years, you've scolded me into stupidity."
Li Dazhi glared and said, "Was it me who scolded you stupid? It's been two years, and you still can't reconcile the accounts! And now you're arguing? Get out! Get out!"
Wen Ling let out a light huff, her face the picture of grievance as she took her leave.
Li Dazhi raised his hand and rubbed his forehead.
He glanced at the second drawer to his left, pulled it open, and picked up the top piece from the box of 'family heirloom Precious Jade' within.
Li Dazhi had been meaning to throw away this piece of Precious Jade with 'Wen Ling' written on it, but as he lifted his hand, he slowly placed it back down.
'Being slow isn't much of an issue; the girl's heart is still pretty kind.'
