Gu Lan held the painting carefully wrapped in oilcloth, her palms slick with sweat.
This thing was more scorching than any "exchange item" she had delivered before.
"Sister-in-law, I..."
"Follow the usual rules." Lin Wanyi said while tidying up Gu An's toys, without looking up.
"Once you've delivered it, leave."
"Got it."
Gu Lan tightened her grip on the painting, like holding a treasure that might explode at any moment. She took a deep breath and pushed the door open to leave.
This time, the delivery location was very peculiar.
It wasn't some grand office building, nor was it at the gate of some mansion.
Instead, it was at an inconspicuous old bookstall in the south of the city.
Following the instructions through twists and turns, Gu Lan found the place where a skinny old man was sitting on a small stool, reading a thread-bound book by dim light.
"Sir." Gu Lan stepped forward, lowering her voice.
