Ye Qing and the leader exchanged glances, both filled with confusion, as the disappearance of the Gold Silk Armor was truly bizarre.
"When I took the opportunity for a convenience break, the Gold Silk Armor was still in the bag," Ye Qing said in a deep voice. "At that time, I even asked the Fatty; I asked him if the Gold Silk Armor was still in the bag, and he said it was."
"I heard that," the leader frowned, speaking in a low voice. "But your wooden box looks so much like the Gold Silk Armor, he could have made a mistake!"
"That fat guy has been tomb-robbing for years, handling more antiques than you've ever seen. Do you think he'd really make such a mistake?" Ye Qing frowned, speaking in a serious tone. "I got it, that dead Fatty must have switched it on me!"
