Swoosh...
The elevator reached the first floor, and the people inside filed out. Dong Yunhui was about to press the button for basement three when he saw someone rush in with a stretcher, carrying a bloodied person.
"Everyone, please make way!
"We need the elevator first!
"Sorry, sorry!"
Dong Yunhui frowned, hesitated for a moment, and then had to step out.
Outside the elevator, he pressed the "down" button and habitually put his hands into the pockets of his padded jacket.
"Huh?"
What was in his pocket?
He rummaged inside, taking out something for a glance, then quickly stuffed it back in.
It was that oversized ginseng!
Snatched by the aunt, yet somehow back in his pocket.
No need to ask, it must be the work of those weasels!
Dong Yunhui furrowed his brows and used divine sense telepathy to scold the weasels inside his clothes.
"Didn't I tell you not to take it?
"Why steal again?
"We are cultivators, our morals are worth far more than that ginseng!"
