has been going back and forth with Xia Han for so long, in fact, she is not wrong to think so.

Isn't it the enemy who knows you best, except for your family and friends?

Although she usually doesn't care much about winning or losing with Xia Han, she has also silently observed her a lot in several encounters.

With her arrogance in things, if she and her fight each other, it will make her more and more angry, thinking that she is angry with her, and then thinking about more winning Yan Yu.

On the contrary, she followed her words and pretended not to understand her provocation, which made Xia Han even more frustrated.

The phone vibrate, Xia Han took it out and looked at it, and his face darkened.

"Shen Mu Fence"

She gritted her teeth and called out the name of the woman on the other side of the phone, but unfortunately the other party could not feel her anger through two screens and a long distance.

She was so angry that she almost dropped her phone, but after a while she suppressed her anger.

Take a deep breath and remind yourself that you don't need to be angry.

Whether it was real or pretended, she hoped that the woman would not understand what she meant, and that she would not understand that she was agitating.

She sneered, "Wait until you go up to the third floor, see what you're doing." ”

For the third floor of the Li family's villa, she had palpitations.

Anyone who enters the villa has heard of the attic on the third floor.

When I asked carefully, no one could tell why.

It's as if it's an eternal taboo that should have existed in the first place.

Some people say that there are things about the lifeblood of the Li family in the attic, and some people speculate that it is Li Sichen's personal collection.

No matter how you guessed, there was no result.

Once, Xia Han was also curious, and tried to go up to the third floor, wanting to take a sneak peek.

She was standing not far from the door of the attic when she was hurriedly asked away by the housekeeper.

Around the corner, the cold eyes under the black fox mask she hadn't forgotten until now.

At that time, her back was covered in a layer of cold sweat when she was staring at her.

There is no doubt that if she dared to take a step beyond the thunder pool at that time, the end would definitely require some imagination and misery.

At that glance, she never came near that side again.

Not just for respect, not to provoke his disgust, but more for the sake of his own life.

Recalling this, the smile on the corner of her lips became more and more vicious, and she murmured, "Wait, I don't believe that Li Sichen would be so special to you." ”

On the side, Jiang Li put down the phone.

He turned his neck and thought about the feasibility of going to the third floor.

has been with Li Sichen for so long, and the two have not seen much better.

He was much more tolerant of himself than he was at the beginning.

Jiang Li pondered, if the secret in the attic was what she imagined, it would not be too much to take a look at it herself.

It just so happened that there was nothing to do today, and the adventure was quite interesting.

The key to open the attic door she remembered was in the drawer of her study.

Thinking, she walked out of the bedroom.

met Uncle Xu head-on, he walked straight to her, it seemed that he had something to tell him.

"What's wrong, Uncle Xu," she asked.

The other party smiled, "Mr. said that the company is not busy today, and he will be back in a while, and he has something to do with his wife." ”

"Okay, I'll go to the study first." Jiang Li was not very interested in what he was talking about.

After taking a look at him, she walked straight to the study, and Uncle Xu looked at her back without thinking much about it.

Isn't it normal for Madame to go to the study?

If he knew what she was doing, he would have regretted the misconception at this time.

Jiang Li quickly walked into the study.

The neat layout is full of the smell of ink scrolls.

In a merchant's study, the ink fragrance seems to blend with the copper smell.

She glanced at the bookshelves, and sure enough, there were still rows of books she wasn't interested in.

Quickly looking away, she made her way to the long table and opened the drawer with the keys in her memory.

A quaint, rusty key comes into view.

"Then you're welcome." Whispering something that no one could hear, she took the key.

Thanks to Li Sichen's self-disciplined living habits, she can still get the things in her memory in the same position after many days.

Leaving the study, she went up to the third floor.

Because there are forbidden things, no one usually stays on the third floor.

In the empty corridor, she approached the attic door with ease.

There was silence all around, so quiet that I could only hear my own heartbeat.

I wonder if there was an uninvited guest standing here like her during the long years when the attic door was locked in heavy shackles.

What kind of mood did they have?

She didn't know that when she opened the door with the key,

Rapid heartbeat.

The door was pushed open, and with a creak, a mysterious space opened into the hole.

The light in the attic is not good, only sporadic daylight shines through the windows, which is not enough to illuminate the whole room.

To her surprise, when she walked in, there was no choking smell of dust in the air.

I thought it was taboo here, so no one would clean it.

It shouldn't be a maid who cleaned it, so it's most likely Li Sichen himself.

Thinking of the appearance of him wearing a mask and sleeves, and cleaning with thick eyebrows, Jiang Li hooked his lips.

Closing the door, she fumbled for the switch next to the door.

I turned on the light, and my vision suddenly widened.

"What, that's it." The ordinary layout in the attic made Jiang Li's small expectations come to naught.

The décor is indistinguishable from the whole villa, with little furniture and oil paintings on the walls.

It's mostly abstract, and she doesn't see anything.

At least you can feel from the bright tones that the person who paints is in a good mood and not a gloomy person.

The eye circled around the attic and finally landed on a half-person-tall Chinese-style wooden cabinet that was placed on a long European table.

The white and gray decoration in the room is Mr. Li's personal hobby.

Aside from the paintings, the red cabinet is the brightest in the attic.

She instinctively sensed that there must be something greasy in the cabinet.

In the boring attic, perhaps the biggest secret is hidden in that cabinet.

She approached the wall, and she approached the cabinet.

The low cabinet of mahogany, with circles of wood grain precipitating the years, has two rows of drawers, of equal size.

The shape is also very simple, except for a few carvings in the corners of the cabinet, the rest is just an ordinary style.

Placed in Li Sichen's house, it is indeed a bit extraordinary.

She reached out and pulled open one of the drawers.

As far as the eye can see, there are neatly arranged letters.

Judging from the somewhat worn side, the letters were either ravaged or aged.

The other drawers either didn't contain anything or were just the same letters.

The last drawer was pulled open, and a palm-sized puppet lay inside.

It's a rabbit with rough stitches and an eye missing.

It should have been a strange thing, but after she saw it, she felt a little familiar.