Xie Xun was indescribably irritable and whispered: "Like Chang Meng Tang'an."

"!!!"

"Is there such a big paper-cut?"

Why hasn’t he seen it before?

In the end, Yang Zhihua finally understood what he meant after being kicked hard by Xie Xun. The wind was messy.

"Where can I find it in the house?"

"I don't know."

"How can you find such a small paper-cut in such a big Xubeihou Mansion?"

Yang Zhihua was dumbfounded. She first made a big hug gesture, and then made a circle with her fingers, vividly condemning how excessive and outrageous Xie Xun's request was!

"Any questions?"

"It's not a problem of big legs, Lord Marquis, let's talk heart to heart. I'm afraid this paper-cut has been blown away by the wind a long time ago, and I can't find it at all!"

"Just do it if you are told!" Xie Xun said with a cold face, "Call more people."

"I...ok."

Yang Zhihua kept smiling and went back home cursing.

Xie Xun turned around and ran into Meng Tangan without any warning.
Chapter completed!