The rules of the Culture Hall were incredibly strict. Anyone caught engaging in such heinous acts would find life worse than death.
Xia Yangyang really couldn't figure it out.
But Liu Jie had clearly said that Flat Head had someone above him.
The next day.
Sure enough, Sun Ping came over early in the morning.
He brought a lot of his younger brothers.
These underlings transported all kinds of materials.
Sun Ping, seeing Xia Yangyang, was very polite, addressing her respectfully as "Seventh Miss."
Without much conversation, he began repairing the east side's damaged walls.
He turned out to have some skill.
In less than half a day, he actually made the place look quite respectable.
Xia Yangyang stood by the window inside the house the entire time, watching this man.
She pondered how to find a breakthrough to gather some information.
After some thought, Xia Yangyang poured a cup of tea from inside the house.
She walked over to Sun Ping.