Casually grabbing an item from the innermost drawer, it was a small black bag with a tightly wrapped golden silk around the opening. Qiao Junlie glanced at it, then extended his arm and tossed it over.
"This is your thing, keep it safe. Now, you can get lost!" Qiao Junlie's tone was elegant, but what he said was far from pleasant.
On this side, Murong Jun reached out and caught it. He squeezed it a bit and then tucked it into his chest.
"Not going to open it and have a look? Aren't you afraid I swapped it? Let me say this ugly truth beforehand, once you leave this room, I'm not responsible!" Qiao Junlie said slowly, his tone returning to indifference.
"Are you kidding? If you, Qiao Junlie, could do such a thing, I'd write my name backward? Heh heh, no matter how you put it, you wouldn't shoot yourself in the foot, right? What is the relationship between us... I'm not afraid you'll trick me!" Murong Jun said, full of confidence.
