An Taotao stared at Jin Guihua, and her eyes were heavier as if covered with frost. "The villagers said that you planted those tea seedlings. I just want to ask, you know that place is the grave of my master. Why do you plant tea seedlings?"

Jin Guihua's eyes drifted and she didn't dare to speak.

Liu Fugui was also frightened by her momentum. Only Liu Huanhuan rolled up her sleeves and stood up and said, "The feng shui in that land is good. If people die, they will die. Why do you have to occupy that good seat?" Isn't it good to let out and plant tea seedlings for...