In Liu Jianjun's office, Wong Xiao stuffed the cardboard into the stove.
The fire grew stronger.
After finishing reading the statement, Liu Jianjun frowned and asked Su Yuncheng, "Where did all those grains ultimately go? They couldn't possibly have all been eaten, right?"
Su Yuncheng said, "Feng Wei has already checked the survivors' bodies, and there are no wounds caused by physical fights."
Wong Xiao looked up and said, "The questions Xiao Lin asked were very helpful, but we need to dig deeper, Xiao Lin..." His eyes full of hope as he looked towards Lin Nianhe.
Lin Nianhe took a sip of hot water and spoke slowly with eyes downcast, "What the predecessors plant, the descendants harvest, the descendants' joy of harvest isn't eternal, as there are always others to take over after them."
While speaking, she raised her eyes to look at Su Yuncheng.
Indeed, from his eyes, she could see that his thoughts were aligned with hers.
