These three items, Luo Yirui and Jing Changle couldn't figure out what they were, so they could only temporarily store them in a small box. Of course, it was impossible to bury them again; finding a place to store them was a problem, as this was someone else's home.
"What should we do?" Jing Changle asked.
Even though they didn't know what it was, since it was carefully hidden by someone else, it was likely something valuable.
Luo Yirui also felt troubled.
"By the way, does this count as stealing?" Jing Changle weakly asked.
Although he hadn't attended school much, his grandfather always taught him that life should be built with one's own hands; one should never gain without hard work, steal, or rob!
Jing Changle had a strong moral compass, and the old man feared that without him, the child would suffer and go astray.
Luo Yirui laughed slightly, "Of course not; these things weren't originally Hao Meili's!"
