"This is bad!" Shen Mingquan blurted out, a thought striking him as he stared at the gold chain and earrings in his palm. "We've been had. Comrade He Peiyin, you're slipping."
Without needing Shen Mingquan to repeat himself, the smile on He Peiyin's face froze. A moment later, she buried her head in her husband's chest and let out a muffled laugh.
'It was more than just slipping; I've actually been duped by a little rascal.' After all that talk, the one thing they needed to know—the source of the gold—had been expertly dodged again and again by that little scamp.
Shen Mingquan found it hilarious, too. Resting his chin on his wife's head, he also let out a muffled chuckle. "That little brat. I was wondering why he took off so fast."
"The timing was perfect. He knew Second Shen and his wife were home, and that you were outside with me. He also knew I wouldn't bring this stuff up with you out in the open. The moment I stopped you was the best time for him to bolt."
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