Shu Yu suddenly pressed her forehead, "I forgot to take my baggage."
The baggage that Ah Ning brought contained not only three portraits but also her daily supplies and clothes. They were all here now.
"Forget it, I'll send them over to her later."
Ah Ning left, and Shu Yu sat back down on the chair to seriously discuss with Meng Yunzheng.
"Unless there are unexpected circumstances, the person who drugged Tan Cheng should be Jiang Kuanyu. I didn't consider this before, but recalling it now, it indeed seems a bit illogical. Since Jiang Kuanyu can manage his own business so well, why would he buy that manor and those hundreds of acres of land, spend five years failing to increase production, and not cut his losses promptly, only selling it last year?"
Thinking about it now, Jiang Kuanyu didn't care about the grain yield, nor did he want to make the effort to manage it or find suitable plants to grow.
