So the sudden closeness just now was merely to cover up the shining purse.
Jia Xitong took out the Spirit Stone from the purse, intending to show it to Shang Yanting, but was stopped as soon as she made a move.
"This piece of cloth should be a treasure. Although its specific function is unknown, there must be a reason for this escape from danger."
Shang Yanting placed the Spirit Stone back, "If it's not necessary, just keep it with you. After all, it's meant for you."
At least no one else would pick up a piece of ragged cloth.
Let alone wash it clean and not be willing to throw it away.
"You…"
Shang Yanting couldn't help but lament, indeed, fools have their own fortune.
What a treasure!
Jia Xitong initially touched the embroidery on it, feeling the joy of picking up money.
But after the joy, it quickly turned into worry.
"What do you think those people are really looking for?"
