Tang Lichuan closed the door for nearly a month. When he was fighting for the Lord of Changle, he didn't pay attention to the little Lord of the house at all. Whether from a low position or strength, the Lord of Sanhe house was a fart in front of him. He was not qualified to ask him in person, but he asked. What he asked was not just a small game of money profits and losses.

"It's strange that although all the people sent to investigate the Hou residence have returned, no one has found any news. It seems that all the news in the Sanhe residence has been deliberately cleaned up, but it can't see the traces erased. I think there are experts in Sanhe residence..."

The steward frowned and reported with a puzzled look.

However, Changle Hou patted the ground discontentedly and squinted: "I don't want to hear these useless things! This little thing can't be done well and should be punished!"

The backhand pointed to a jar full of ice watermelons the size of a water tank, and whispered, "eat all of them in a jar of incense, and then go away and find out for Ben Hou in the fastest time!"

When the Butler as like as two peas and laughed at the water tank, he began to bite the watermelon. Meng Zhangjun was all glittered with a small eye squeezed into a slit by his fat face. He was secretly mumbling something like the truth of what Tang Lichuan told Tang Lichuan: "the secret of the devil's magic bone is not in the Sanhe house."