You have the right not to speak.

Haihua frowned. Although he was somewhat reluctant, he knew that the current situation was special and he could only do as his uncle Chen Di said.

After returning to the courtyard, Haihua observed Su Yangyang's every move more carefully. The fabric had been put back in the room, and Haihua walked into the second bedroom in the west wing. The door was wide open, and the headlights were on. He saw her measuring a piece of clothing with a ruler.

Su Yangyang seemed to have noticed something, and from time to time he would look at Haihua with a strange look. "Your name is Qiufeng, why didn't you come with Haihua? I heard that Cuiyuan is under his name, and he is the owner of Cuiyuan."

Haihua raised a smug smile at the corner of his mouth, and then snapped his fingers crisply: "Bingo".

There was a hint of confidence and playfulness in his eyes. He looked at Su Yangyang and said, "Yes, I'm here to help my brother look for a house. What, do you have any objection?"

Su Yangyang showed a trace of embarrassment on her face, but then she changed into a flattering expression. She rolled her eyes at Haihua, but kept saying flattering words: "Oh, Master Qiufeng, even if you lend me ten guts, I would never dare to offend you, the brother of the master of Cuiyuan!" Her tone was full of flattery, which made people feel sick.

Haihua looked at her thin hands like eagle claws, constantly drawing lifelike patterns on clothes with mysterious paint, and couldn't help but admire her: "The painting is so lifelike, 500 yuan is worth it."

Haihua observed her carefully again, his eyes were clear, she should be on her own now, no longer grinning at him, it seemed that the weird thing would sometimes run out to play.

Su Yangyang's pretty face turned slightly red, revealing a shy smile, and she said softly: "I've only learned the basics, barely enough to make a living. Qiufeng, what's wrong? Are you interested in learning to paint?" As she spoke, she mischievously stretched out a little hand covered in paint and wearing a rubber glove and waved it in front of his handsome cheek.

"I... I have clumsy hands. I learned by watching with my eyes, but it's all useless when I put my hands into practice. I have no talent for painting at all, hehe." Haihua shook his head helplessly, shaking it like a rattle.

Chi Yangyang couldn't help but burst out laughing, and said coquettishly: "My master often said that learning painting requires a certain talent, and I happen to have this talent." Haihua hurriedly gave her a thumbs up and gave her a big praise, expressing admiration and envy.

Uncle Chen Di began to run around to investigate Su Yangyang's background. After some efforts, he finally found some clues. It turned out that Su Yangyang seemed to have a close connection with a mysterious organization, and this organization had been carrying out some unknown secret activities. A mysterious person speculated that the Chen family hid a big treasure, which attracted the thieves.

"Haven't you heard of any ancestral treasures in our family? Haihua, have you heard of it?" Haihua shook his head and said, "If there really is such a treasure, Grandpa will definitely tell us. And with Grandpa's character, if there really is such a treasure, he will definitely take it out to help everyone. He can even be a friend to someone like Yue Shenlin, how could he hide it?"

Uncle Chen Di frowned as he thought about the profits of the two shops, and a look of disappointment appeared on his face. He originally thought that there would be some precious treasures hidden here, but now it seems that this is just a false joy.

"The things in Huaxiang Antique Shop and Hongxiang Antique Shop all look like imitations. How could there be real treasures?" Uncle Chen Di muttered to himself, shaking his head to express his disdain for these so-called "treasures".

Uncle Chen Di's handsome face looked a little exhausted, with dark circles under his eyes. Obviously, he had been anxious for some time. The failure of finding the treasure made him even more frustrated.

"If there really is a treasure, we wouldn't have suffered losses for three consecutive years..." Uncle Chen Di whispered, his tone full of helplessness and loss. For an antique dealer, not finding valuable collections means the failure of the business.

"Hua'er, I'm tired. If you have anything to do, come to Yaleju to find me. My soul and body must be on the big bed."

Uncle Chen Di sighed, turned away, and walked away with a heavy heart. He couldn't help but start to doubt whether he still had the ability to continue running the business. Perhaps he needed to re-examine his choices and look for new opportunities to change the status quo.

At the same time, Haihua discovered that Su Yangyang often stared at some strange patterns and muttered something in her mouth while monitoring her. Once, Haihua even heard her mention a mysterious place that seemed to be related to that organization.

As time went by, Haihua felt that things were becoming more complicated and dangerous. And Su Yangyang seemed to be planning something in the second bedroom of the west wing. Haihua felt as if he was trapped in a huge mystery. He didn't know how to solve this mystery and protect himself and the people around him. And the days that followed were destined to be turbulent...

The work injury only lasted five days, which meant he had to deal with all the troubles at home before going to work. Haihua felt that he could not rest well and began to feel depressed. His temples were throbbing with pain...

At night, Haihua was hiding in the dark and watching Su Yangyang. Suddenly, Su Yangyang opened the door and quietly walked out of the west wing. Haihua's heart tightened and he hurriedly followed.

Su Yangyang came to the corner of the yard with the strange symbol engraved on it. She started to circle around the symbol again, and her mumbling became louder and louder. Haihua approached carefully, trying to hear what she was saying.

At this moment, Su Yangyang suddenly turned around and stared at Haihua. Haihua was startled and almost cried out. Su Yangyang walked towards him slowly, saying some strange words, like an ancient spell.

Haihua felt his head getting dizzy and his body was a little out of control. He realized that the situation was not good and tried hard to break free of this state. Just when he was about to collapse, his uncle Chen Di suddenly appeared.

Uncle Chen Di held a strange magic weapon in his hand and threw it at Su Yangyang. Seeing this, Su Yangyang dodged quickly, but her face became very gloomy.

"You can't stop our plan!" Su Yangyang said viciously.

Uncle Chen Di and Haihua looked at each other. They knew that a fierce confrontation was about to begin, and they had to go all out to uncover the conspiracy of this mysterious organization and protect their lives and everything they cherished...

Uncle Chen Di looked at Su Yangyang solemnly and shouted, "Su Yangyang, no matter what plan you have, don't even think about succeeding!"