What does it matter what she lost?
Even if it's just a pillowcase, if someone famous paints on it and it becomes valuable, isn't that valid?
When Song Xiyun heard this news, she went pale and fainted.
She originally wanted to retrieve the pillowcase to use, but it had become stained with mud from a flowerpot, and besides, she had already received two thousand yuan, so she simply threw the pillowcase away.
Chiang Baoguo, accompanied by Chiang Caijiao, went to the place she mentioned to search for it, and after a long time, they brought back a pillowcase that had been soaked in sewage, emitting bursts of foul stench.
Chiang Xiao's face turned black.
"Go to jail," she said, dropping these three words.
