Fu Man carefully held the snuff bottle in her hands.
The base of the bottle even bore the imprint of its era, marking it as an antique. She had secretly had it appraised; it was worth three million.
After Lu Mian handed it to her initially, she kept it hidden until now.
At that time, Lu Mian was only four years old. Although he was inherently quiet and not very talkative, he was still a lovely little angel.
The little angel secretly stuffed his treasure into her hands.
"Mom, I'm giving you a present! I won it playing chess!"
At the time, she didn't think much about it. Seeing it was an old object, she panicked. Their family was struggling financially; if it turned out that Lu Mian had stolen it accidentally, they wouldn't be able to afford to compensate for it.
Even though Lu Mian repeated several times that he had won it, she dared not believe him. After all, it seemed impossible that someone would lose such a valuable item to a child in a game of Go.
