At this time, in a mansion in Hedi City, Wen Yin was wearing lazy pajamas on the third floor terrace, with messy hair and a graceful figure. With the red wine swaying in his hand, he looked at the precarious sunset in the distance. It seemed that no one wanted to break the beauty of this moment. "Brush." The floor-to-ceiling window behind him was opened by the housekeeper in a suit. "Miss, are you really not going to have dinner?" When she took down the couplet, she said, "Uncle Li, let's say goodbye." She finally turned around and looked at "Lingshan has no road, and the beauty can be expected." She realized that this was worth more than the beautiful scenery in the distance. Uncle Li stopped and asked, "What's underneath?", "Put it back where it was." "Uncle Li didn't know whether to laugh or cry after hearing this. He remembered "slamming the door and entering" when he first arrived home, looking at the poems and articles that could be seen everywhere in the house and cursing. "Uncle Li tore off the couplets on the terraces of the second and third floors and threw them away. "Seeing this situation again, he remembered that he had arranged it properly. If these things were lost as the lady said, he would not be able to explain for a while...
Concept: The smaller the ability, the smaller the responsibility