Bo Leng quickly retracted his foot and darted to the side of the door.
His heart began to pound fiercely.
He hadn't expected Mu Anyan to actually be here.
This definitely was not a coincidence, she must have found them, truly too clever.
He stood at the door, listening to the bargaining inside, and Mu Anyan was buying the Angular Jade Cup, one of the five stolen cultural relics.
He lowered his gaze, the black brim of his hat drooping, and the sporadic strands of hair falling with it. Even so, it was difficult to conceal the upturned curve of his lips.
His and Mu Anyan's thoughts coincidentally matched.
It seemed he no longer needed to bid, he would leave the remaining chance to her, and he would do his utmost to cooperate with her to snatch back the cultural relics.
He walked to a stall very close to that shop, said something to the stall owner, and with two fake items in hand, he quickly left.
