Ji Xiaosong clutched the storeroom keys and walked to the front courtyard with a spring in her step. From a distance, she saw Wu Chufeng standing under a tree, holding a scroll. His brow was furrowed as if he were deep in thought.
He had just locked up Wu Wanqing, Xiao Mumu, and the rest, and had even sent people to drill some sense into them.
Now, he was pondering how to deal with the remaining troublemakers in the Wu Family.
Wang Cuihua's two sons were the primary targets, but they were still at the academy and couldn't be easily touched.
Ji Xiaosong walked over with a wide grin. She dangled the keys in her hand, her voice tinged with triumph.
"Look what I have here."
Wu Chufeng looked up and saw the keys in Ji Xiaosong's hand. He raised an eyebrow, his tone laced with amusement.
"Well, well. Aren't those the storeroom keys? How did you get your hands on them?"
