Qinghan, having gotten his way, still put on a worried look, "You, you'll be sold eventually."
Not liking what I heard, I immediately retorted, "Who would sell me? Who else besides you could sell me?"
The only ones who know I'm an 'antique' are Qinghan and Bi Shi. Both Bi Shi and I are 'unearthed artifacts,' so only Qinghan has the chance to be the inside thief.
"Sell you to someone else? How much hatred must I have for that person!" Qinghan smiled as he stuffed the gear he had organized into a backpack and tossed it onto the speedboat.
The insulated bottle had already been put back in the cooler. Captain Jack had handed us the warehouse keys. He had prepared the gear for landing on the island before the storm, one backpack per person, placed right by the warehouse door.
Just the two of us, Qinghan and I, there were some things I didn't need at all, so he only took one backpack.
