Counterattack Guide of the Female Cannon Fodder

at night.

A figure walked by somewhere in the mansion of the Jing family, and the moonlight came in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, making this figure look a little horrible.

He moved very lightly when he walked, without shoes on his feet, and he moved very carefully.

With a "creak", a door was gently pushed open, and a figure flashed out of the room. After he looked around, he tiptoed out to his residence.

The corridor of the Jing's Mansion is very long, connecting the various buildings inside.

A gust of wind blew, and the man was shaking a little with what he was holding. It was still January, and the weather was very cold, and it was torture to step on the cold floor without shoes. However, he had no choice but to take risks.

With a clatter, he didn't know what had tripped under his feet, and made a noise.

Under the moonlight, he looked down and saw that it was a vase.

This vase is not big, only half the length of an adult's arm. Under the slender neck is a round bottle with some patterns painted on it. He couldn't see clearly, but he suddenly felt a burst of cold sweat coming out.

Isn't this vase that he secretly took and sold it before? How could it be here?

He was nervous all over, looking around nervously, but he didn't find a half figure.

He hurriedly started to run into his room, but just ran to the door only to find that the light in the room was on.

The next moment, the door was opened and the butler walked out.

"Lao Zhao, where did you go so late?" the butler asked, standing at the door.

The servant Zhao opened his eyes in astonishment, "I, I just walk around."

"Walk away?" The butler laughed and walked to him, "What are you holding in your hand?"

Old Zhao subconsciously hugged things tightly, trying to cover it up: "Nothing, nothing..."

But the housekeeper didn't say much to him, and sneered, "Old Zhao, you have been in Jing's house for so many years, did you give back to the host in this way?"

Old Zhao took a step back and laughed dryly: "I don't know what you are talking about."

The housekeeper didn't even bother to talk to him. It was freezing cold and the heater ran out with the door open, "Lao Zhao, I've found out about you a long time ago. Come in and talk."

A hint of surprise flashed across Old Zhao Cangsang's face, but soon he showed a helpless and frightened expression and followed into the room.

The servant of the Jing family arranged to live in a special house, and Lao Zhao also has his own room here, which is not too big, it is more than 40 square meters. The inside was pretty clean. The housekeeper sat on a chair and watched him take out a vase packed in a bag and put it on the table carefully.

With a look of guilt and regret on his face, Lao Zhao begged with a mournful face: "Butler, please don't tell me, I really can't help it."

The butler raised his eyebrows, "Why steal things?"

Lao Zhao sighed and said, "I was tricked into gambling money and lost hundreds of thousands. I can't afford it, so I borrowed a loan shark. Now Ligunli already owes more than one million. I don't have that much. Money, those who push debts are going to hurt my family. My wife is not in good health, and my children are going to school, but I can’t bear such a toss... Butler, please help me, I really don’t want to steal things. I can’t help it, I don’t have money to pay back... I know I shouldn’t bet money, but it’s too late, it’s too late!"

The housekeeper cried when he watched him explain in a few words, but didn't say anything. After a long silence, he said, "If I don't tell you this time, what do you plan to do in the future?"