Mu Mian: I Confess!

After mocking Song Ci, Su Beibei really reached out and took out that old porcelain urn.

Song Ci looked around like a sentry. "The gatekeeper isn't around. Hurry up."

Su Beibei picked up the urn and studied the bottom of it. She didn't notice anything unusual and turned the urn around. The urn had an image of a crane flying west. It was rather unique.

No matter how she looked at it, this was just an ordinary urn. "There's nothing wrong with its exterior." Even if there was nothing wrong with its exterior, there was no telling what was inside.

Su Beibei suddenly glanced at Song Ci and lifted her chin.

"What do you want?" Song Ci felt that Su Beibei's eyes harbored ill intentions.

Su Beibei said, "Song Ci, open it."

Song Ci's mouth twitched. She quickly shook her head and rejected Su Beibei. "Us beautiful young ladies never pry open someone's ashes." How wicked.