"Trying to deceive me? Have you forgotten that the Seven-Colored Lamp can still see you right now?" Wu Xinyuan said disdainfully. But just as he finished speaking, he felt a shadow flicker beside him, and the box in his hand disappeared!
Wu Xinyuan was slightly stunned, immediately looking at his empty hand, seeming puzzled about how the box had vanished.
"What a delicate box, these jade-made boxes are indeed rare, Uncle Ling, you really do have quite the collection of treasures!" This voice was three parts taunting and seven parts amazed, like a child who had just seen a new kind of candy.
Wu Xinyuan immediately followed the sound to the couch, where, previously empty, now sat a person— and this person was the last one Wu Xinyuan wanted yet also did not want to see!
"Ye Xiao!" Wu Xinyuan squeezed out the name through clenched teeth!
