At this moment, Tang Mo noticed that Qiao Xin's dagger was no longer hidden away in her clothes. Instead, it was now openly tucked at her waist.
At some point, Qiao Xin had wrapped the dagger in several layers of cloth strips to keep it from cutting her.
The cloth strips looked very familiar to Tang Mo. After a moment, she realized they were from Wang Yan's clothes.
Tang Mo couldn't help but give Qiao Xin a mental thumbs-up. 'Is she wearing her spoils of war?'
'That's one hell of a mindset.'
Next to Qiao Xin's backpack was a smaller one—the one Wang Yan had always kept with her, never letting it out of her sight.
She had probably left it in the room temporarily because she was going to do something for Zhang Li and was afraid carrying a backpack would attract too much attention. She must have thought no one would find it.
Qiao Xin yanked the backpack over and unzipped it. Inside was a considerable amount of food.
