"Alright then."
Long Aotian had no choice but to accept the pitiful thousand yuan "food" from Jiang Xiaobai. He could only comfort himself, thinking that if he spent the thousand yuan frugally, it would still be enough for a few months.
Little did he know that his concept was from twelve years ago. In these years, prices had skyrocketed, currency had depreciated, and inflation had been severe. A thousand yuan now was equivalent to two hundred yuan from twelve years ago, if not worse.
When he saw Zheng Xia again, she had a cloth bag in her hand, filled with all the items and clothes Jiang Xiaobai left behind when he went to prison.
"It's all here. See if anything's missing."
Jiang Xiaobai looked carefully, nodded, and smiled, "Nothing is missing, it's all here. Sister Xia, how did these things end up in your hands?"
