Wei Anning stood motionless in the garden, staring at the bare patch of grass ahead. Workers were still working overtime, pulling out the windmills, and she felt a sharp pain in her eyes.
Did he get angry at her and vent his fury on these innocent windmills?
She slowly walked toward the workers. Nearby, a pickup truck was parked, its trailer already piled halfway with windmills. She overheard one worker grumbling softly, "Ah, Third Young Master is unpredictable. First, he impulsively insisted we plant all these windmills overnight, and now he's telling us to remove them all overnight too."
Another worker remarked, "You didn't hear? This morning the Third Young Master and the Third Young Lady went out happy as can be, but tonight, Third Young Master came back drunk and alone. Something big must've happened."
"When does Third Young Master ever lose his temper if it isn't about the Third Young Lady?"
