Qin Yingjun later took over, and the place got a flowerbed.
At the time, he thought it must have been renovated by his aunt and uncle afterwards.
But now that he thought about it, something seemed amiss.
Yet for the moment, he couldn't put his finger on it.
"That..." Xia Xin eyed Qin Yingjun's expression and cautiously asked, "Mr. Qin, does your cousin's family have any grudges against your family?"
Qin Yingjun shook his head subconsciously, "No, what grudges could there be, we're relatives, I..."
Before he could finish, Qin Yingjun's face suddenly tensed, his eyes darkened as if he remembered something.
Xia Xin glanced over at Jiangli.
Jiangli stood there, surveying the surroundings as if admiring the scenery.
Clearly not intending to interfere.
Xia Xin had no choice but to brace himself and solve the matter. He tentatively asked, "Mr. Qin, have there been any disagreements between you recently?"