C678 A Bad Premonition

Hearing this, Han Ziqi said angrily, "What the hell is going on, Mr. Wen? Do you know what is going on?"

Wen Ansheng shook his head and said, "I don't know. The matter of the grain is handled by the people of General's Mansion. I have no right to interfere with the matters of General's Mansion."

Han Ziqi gritted his teeth and said, "Hmph, if the grain can't keep up