"Hmm." Black-clothed Yang Li'er responded.
She put the painting back into the black wrap, stood up, and started walking outside.
"Hmm? Wait!" Zhang Xiaohao frowned and said.
"What's up?" Black-clothed Yang Li'er asked, puzzled.
"You don't have a storage bag?" Zhang Xiaohao asked.
"That thing's too valuable, I... I don't have one!" Black-clothed Yang Li'er said, lowering her head.
"Take this!" Zhang Xiaohao said.
Flipping his right hand, he pulled out a slightly exquisite storage bag and tossed it over.
"Ah! What's this?" Black-clothed Yang Li'er asked, surprised and delighted.
Although she had a slight premonition in her heart, she still looked at Zhang Xiaohao eagerly.
"This is a storage bag! It's 15*15 cubic." Zhang Xiaohao explained.
"Are you giving it to me?" Black-clothed Yang Li'er said excitedly.
"If you don't want it, give it back." Zhang Xiaohao said calmly.
Saying this, he picked up his chopsticks and continued eating.
