Even though Yun Chujiu managed to maintain a calm expression, she could feel the devil inside her surfacing. What rare treasure did the Yun family possess, to the point that the man who was now her grandfather was so anxious about it?
The angel sitting on Yun Chujiu's right shoulder and the demon sitting on her left shoulder argued profusely. The little angel's wings were flapping as she said with a serious expression, "Young Jiu, you're a good and virtuous person. You have moral values! How could you think about stealing the Yun family's rare treasure? This isn't the right thing to do!"
The little demon who had two red horns on her head flashed a sly smile. "Young Jiu, things exist so that they can be used. You're part of the Yun family too, aren't you? Why can't you be the owner of the rare treasure? Only an intelligent person like you are capable of putting it to good use!"
