"Ms. Yang, could you please tell me if you have ever seen my great aunt?" Having broached the subject, Hang Qingming was anxious to get an answer, as he couldn't afford further delay on his return. As for his actions, he believed Ms. Yang wouldn't hold him accountable.
Yang Mengchen shook her head slightly, "No."
"How then did Ms. Yang come into possession of this set of Black Needle and the other equipment?"
"A fortuitous coincidence." Seeing Hang Qingming's eyebrows knit together, Yang Mengchen spoke indifferently, "Whether Young Master Hang believes it or not, I indeed acquired them by chance. At that place, there was only that army green camo box; there was nothing else, nor any signs of habitation. It's likely your great aunt had been there, but for some reason, she left after burying that box and never returned before I found it."