"This was given to me by my great-grandmother, can you help me keep it for now, Senior Brother?"
At the door of the small wooden house, Bu Chan wore a smile on his face, carefully offering the antique ring in his hand to Wang Ba.
Wang Ba stood inside the house, silently looking at the ring nestled in the soft whiteness of Bu Chan's hands.
He naturally recognized it. This was an extremely rare storage ring, with far more storage space than a typical storage bag.
But what left him silent was not the preciousness of the ring, but the fact that... Bu Chan had given the ring to him.
Wang Ba reluctantly accepted the ring, hesitated then said:
"I...I will keep it for you for now."
Upon hearing these words, the smile on Bu Chan's face waned slightly.
As if making some sort of decision, Bu Chan nodded vigorously, and a bright smile reappeared on his face:
"Mhm, Senior Brother, I'll go back and prepare."
"...Okay."