Jiang Qingli never imagined that Qin Muye would keep this stuff in his most valuable, double-locked cabinet.
Realizing he'd been found out, Qin Muye, who was behind her, stopped struggling and went as rigid as a statue.
An eerie silence fell over them.
Only 030's wild laughter echoed in Jiang Qingli's mind: "HAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! How can this guy be so dumb! Anyone else would hide this stuff somewhere discreet, but not him—he puts it in the most conspicuous spot! If a burglar ever broke in, imagine them trying so hard only for this to be the first thing they see! I can't even picture their face, hahaha! I'm dying laughing!"
The matchstick figure laughed so hard it fell off Jiang Qingli's shoulder and rolled around on the table. "Oh man, I rarely get a day off to hang out with you, and this is what I get to see? This is pure entertainment! I should've saved it for the New Year's special!"
Jiang Qingli cleared her throat. 'Stop laughing.'
