Since it was just a small souvenir and not something valuable, I didn't pay it much heed. If it was taken, then so be it.
I glanced at Bi Shi. Didn't she say she had hidden the music box? How could it have been found so easily!
But Bi Shi's expression was relaxed, as if she wasn't worried at all. I was suspicious, but kept my face expressionless.
Once the three of us were seated, Captain Jack put down his knife and fork, wiped his mouth. He struck me as the classic mob boss from a foreign gangster movie. Despite his sharp attire, he didn't look like a good person.
The young man with an Eastern appearance tried to serve as our interpreter, but Qinghan interrupted him with a raised hand and told the blonde old man in fluent foreign language that he could communicate directly, needing no interpreter.
Probably, he also felt the young man's Chinese was too awkward, listening to his winding pronunciation felt like it could tie one's heart in knots.
