Li Shu had no idea what Shen Muwen was planning. Pei Song'an wouldn't let him ask and wouldn't say much either, so Li Shu simply couldn't be bothered to think about it.
He even felt that Pei Song'an had already guessed everything and had a suitable way to deal with even the final outcome.
One "leave it to me," and Li Shu really did empty his pockets and hand everything over to Pei Song'an.
Just like this time, Pei Song'an had an almost inhuman ability to find the source and logic in a tangled mess, adjusting his mindset while coming up with solutions. It was like how Shen Muwen had once been a blade that stabbed inward.
Now, through Pei Song'an's hands, that blade was pointed at someone else.
Sure enough, Pei Song'an was completely different from someone like him.
If the sky fell, Pei Song'an would mend it, while Li Shu would only console himself: Let it fall. At least it'll crush all the cans I collected flat, hahaha... honestly, unbelievable.
The Li Family home.
Only when he saw the tools laid out in the backyard did Li Shu fully realize that Li Qinshi hadn't been making an offhand joke about having Pei Song'an work by the hour.
"I don't know why, but it feels like my big brother forced a transfer on me through Alipay. I don't even have to accept it. The money just invades my balance."
Finding humor in his predicament, Li Shu poked at the telescopic pole and pool brush a few times, then rolled up his sleeves and declared in one burst:
"Let's swap clothes. Those rich-boy clothes of yours cost enough to buy a new pool. Don't get them dirty and then try to fleece anyone."
Pei Song'an pulled him back and