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The butler's gaze swept over the trash can that had fallen to the ground, the scattered trash, and landed on Li Hannian's right hand, which was clad in gloves...
"Young Master, what are you...?!"
Tossing away the dirty glove and ripping off the mask on his face, anger enveloped Li Hannian's voice.
"Where is my manuscript!"
Bearing with the disgust, he searched through the trash in the can several times, yet found nothing, one could well imagine his current mood.
Manuscript?
The gardener and butler stood frozen in place, both completely baffled.
Made uneasy by Li Hannian's staring, the gardener started stuttering, "You... Are you wanting to dig or weed, I have a pointed hoe, and also..."
"Shut up!"
Before he could finish, Li Hannian had already stepped forward and grabbed the butler by the collar.
"Where is my draft?!"
"Young Master," the butler asked urgently, "What exactly is the manuscript you referred to?"
