The skinny old man's forehead veins bulged: "You old thief, shut up, what are you up to? Don't try to tempt me, I'm already on my last legs, I won't go stealing with you anymore."
Yang Qianshou chuckled coldly: "I'm not asking you to steal. I want your granddaughter to return those three landscape paintings. They're my grandson-in-law's friend's stuff, they're too heavy to move."
Yang Qianshou was speaking in code; "too heavy to move" means they're kin-related belongings, not to be touched.
The skinny old man's small eyes darted around, gleaming with cunning. Without saying a word, he stood up and left.
Yang Qianshou didn't stop him, just hummed a tune and snacked on peanuts.
Less than two minutes later, the skinny old man came back, looking furious: "My granddaughter never listens to me. I can't do anything about her. How about I help you steal some more valuable paintings?"
