Si Chu suggested they continue moving forward.
Mingshu, who wasn't very interested in books, readily agreed.
After all, such a huge pile of books couldn't be turned into silver and carried away.
It was Wen Renbai, however, who appeared quite reluctant to part with those precious rare editions.
He kept looking back every three steps, tears in his eyes.
Helan Lian pushed him impatiently, "If you like them so much, why not come back for them later?"
Wen Renbai's mouth twitched violently, somewhat speechlessly, "Do you think Yan Mansion is your house?"
Helan Lian raised an eyebrow as if about to say something, but Wen Renbai had already closed his eyes in pain, forcing himself not to look and turned to leave quickly.
He shrugged his shoulders and stepped forward to follow.
When they passed through a corridor, Si Chu suddenly stopped, and Mingshu, highly alert, also halted, a tense look on her face as she turned her questioning gaze towards him.
?
What's the matter?