Falling Out

Without another word, Qin Hong went up and snatched the drawing box. "Do you want to die? How can you take these things out?"

If it was leaked into the market and the Chen Family saw it, they would rush into the Yu Family and tear their family of three apart.

Qin Gang did not expect Qin Hong, who had always had a good temper, to be so decisive. He had wanted to find a random excuse to fool her. "Sister, I think you're too careful. That unlucky woman Chen Meng has been dead for so many years. These things have already fallen into our hands. If we don't take them out to exchange for money, what's the use of keeping them there?"

He had heard that as a famous painter who had passed away, Chen Meng's legacy works had already been sold for millions of yuan. Therefore, instead of putting these paintings in the cellar as decorations, it was better to sell them in exchange for food, drinks, and women. At the same time, it could let him play a few rounds of cards.