Hearing the unusual tone in Lu Jiang's voice, Feng Qingxue quickly set aside the treasure-hunting work she was doing, moved to his side, and swiftly collected the small bundle and wooden boxes he had dug out from the secret compartment of the bunk bed into the space.
The couple was particularly careful, with Lu Jiang blocking the view of outsiders so that no one noticed their subtle movements.
Under the pressure of time, Qingxue didn't ask questions; after securing the items, she went back to the pile of waste paper.
Although a large part consisted of ancient texts and paintings, the most valuable items only made up a very small portion. Fearing discovery, Qingxue naturally only chose the latter. If the opportunity arose, she would buy the rest later.
However, Qingxue felt the chances were slim since those items would probably be sent to the paper mill soon.
Her mind worked quickly, and her hands were not slow either.
