In front of the budget hotel, Liang Jing looked around with a shy face.
She clutched a handbag tightly in her hand, almost crumpling it into a ball, as if she was terrified of someone seeing what was inside.
Zhang Xiaowei spotted Liang Jing from a distance, and a wave of excitement washed over him.
He hurriedly parked his car and walked toward her, holding the Purple Copper Pill Furnace.
The Purple Copper Pill Furnace was a treasure; leaving it in the car wasn't safe.
Who knew if Luge's gang would give up, secretly follow him, and steal it by breaking the car window while he was away.
"Xiaowei, what is that you're holding?"
As soon as she approached, Liang Jing showed delight and immediately asked about the treasured item in Zhang Xiaowei's hands.
"It's nothing much, just an ashtray."
Zhang Xiaowei smiled faintly and blurted out a casual lie.
However, accurately speaking, it truly was an ashtray.
But in Zhang Xiaowei's hands, it wouldn't be so belittled.
