Xia Han was dragged in by Senior Brother Changbian, who then struck a brotherly pose and interrogated him.
"At the Gold Pointing Pavilion, everything has a clear price tag. Whatever the tag says is what it sells for, and the lowest price is ten thousand. How much did this stuff cost?"
Xia Han really had no idea who had given him those things.
Naturally, he didn't consider Chuzheng as an option, since Chuzheng was a ghost.
"Xia Han, have you been up to something shady outside?"
"I always thought there was something odd about him." The girl snorted coldly, her eyes filled with disdain.
What use was being good-looking? In their line of work, strength was what mattered most.
"Xia Han, you better start telling the truth!" Senior Brother Changbian lost his patience and couldn't help but turn serious.
Xia Han feebly protested, "I really don't know..."
No matter who had sent these items, in their hearts, they were convinced he had obtained them through improper means.
