Courtyard House: Starting with handing over the keys, the state helps me abuse birds.

Inside the house, Jia Zhangshi was pacing back and forth.

Her plump body creaked as she stepped on the wooden floor, the sound seemingly tearing apart the silence of the entire courtyard.

Her face lacked its usual arrogance, and even her headstrong demeanor had vanished without a trace.

She appeared extremely uneasy, her eyes glancing frequently towards the door before returning to Bang Geng's figure.

"That brat... he's really... causing me trouble..."

She mumbled something, her lips moving but she didn't actually say anything coherent.

She knew she had gone too far today, especially after slapping Banggeng; a heavy weight still weighed on her mind.

The secrets buried deep in my heart have begun to surface.

Just as she was lost in these thoughts, a soft cough suddenly came from outside the door.

"Cough cough."

Although the sound wasn't loud, it was as deafening as thunder in the quiet room.

Jia Zhangshi suddenly raised her head, her heart pounding. She knew who the voice belonged to.

Yi Zhonghai.

He did indeed come.

"Come in." Jia Zhangshi suppressed her nervousness, walked to the door, and opened it.

She saw Yi Zhonghai standing outside the door, wearing an overcoat, his face heavy, and a faint worry on his lips.

"Is something the matter?" Madam Jia asked in a low voice, barely suppressing her anxiety.

Yi Zhonghai glanced at her, his expression complex, then lowered his voice: "Come to my house tonight to discuss some things."

He went into the room, closed the door, looked around, and then slowly sat down, saying in a low voice, "Things have blown up too much, especially what Bang Geng said... If it were before, Xie Weihong wouldn't have found out."

"But now, as you know, he didn't die, and things have changed a lot. We need to take action."

Jia Zhangshi looked at him, her mouth tightly shut, but her heart was churning.

Her expression turned serious, followed by a helpless sigh: "I know, I know..."

She paused, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes, "But what happened today...it really went a bit too far. I'm worried that if—"

Yi Zhonghai waved his hand to interrupt her: "Don't worry, this matter will be handled well. As long as everyone works together, there's nothing that can't be solved."

Jia Zhangshi's heart tightened, and she quickly lowered her head, her eyes flickering uncertainly.

Seeing the hesitation in her expression, Yi Zhonghai felt a vague unease: "What do you think?"

"I..." Jia Zhangshi's fingers tapped incessantly on the table, her mouth slightly open, but she couldn't utter a word. She turned to look at the silent stick, her face devoid of its former anger, only an indescribable weariness.

She said softly, "Never mind, I understand." She paused for a moment, then added softly, "I'll come to your place after I've dealt with the matter with the stick."

Yi Zhonghai looked at her, said nothing more, and simply nodded: "That's good, I'll wait for your news."

In Xie Weihong's room.

Xie Weihong stood inside the room, closed her eyes, and sighed softly.

His consciousness was already patrolling outside, and he could hear every conversation clearly.

Jia Zhangshi's wavering, Yi Zhonghai's caution, and even the slightest hint of guilt that had not yet been revealed, were all exposed by his divine sense.

"Their nervousness has already exposed many problems."

"It seems things are indeed not so simple."