Placing the food on the stone table inside the pavilion, Xingxing looked at the two taels of silver in her palm.
The more she looked, the more uneasy she felt.
She certainly didn't want to lose out on small gains.
She turned around and ran towards the wall corner, throwing the silver ingot back to its original place.
Once done, she saw the Hidden Guard staring at her and fiercely warned, "That money is mine."
"In a few days, when Miss goes out shopping, I'll come back and pick it up to spend."
The Hidden Guard, "....."
His mouth twitched several times.
If she doesn't want others to take it, what's the difference between this money and having it on her?
After staying by the lake for a while, Su Jin stepped back to the bamboo house.
Xie Jingchen rolled up the painting and placed it into a brocade box.
Su Jin looked at him, "Are you okay?"
Xie Jingchen shook his head.
"I'm fine."
Since childhood, he had known that his biological mother passed away.
