A Masterpiece

"We didn't go there to investigate. Instead, we thought of a way to give him something," Xia Zhe said.

Qiao Mei slapped away the hand that was wandering all over her body. Her heart ached at the thought that they might have given away some treasure that would be priceless in the future. Xia Zhe and the others did not understand how things would develop in the future and would not know the value of the things they sent. What a pity.

"Is whatever you sent very valuable? Is it something from our house? Which master's calligraphy and painting is it, or is it antique porcelain ware? Tell me quickly, I'm getting so anxious," Qiao Mei said with heartache.

Even if these things were dug up, He Ning would definitely do a careful check on whether the soil on the surfaces had been touched by anyone else. If the soil on the items was not old soil, then this matter would be exposed.