The value of just such a toy drum alone could probably ensure an ordinary person lived without worries of food and clothing for a lifetime.
You can only say, being born is truly a technical task.
Shu Guan placed the valuable toy drum in the palm of his hand and looked at it intently.
The next moment, he let out a soft "huh" in surprise, his expression becoming somewhat puzzled.
"What's wrong? Did you figure something out?"
Rong Miao couldn't help asking anxiously.
Shu Guan raised his head, giving Rong Miao a strange look, and after a moment's thought said:
"Your brother is still alive!"
Rong Miao's delicate body trembled with an "ah" of extreme joy.
"Where is my brother now?"
She clutched Shu Guan's arm tightly and asked eagerly.
Shu Guan shook his head regretfully:
"I didn't figure that out."
