C51 The Ancient Painting of the Han Dynasty

"Where exactly is it hidden? We're already in the inner hall. You didn't bury it underneath, did you?"

The man cast a glance at Zhang Xinyue, who stood behind Yuh Wenming, seemingly eager for her to exit the premises.

For some inexplicable reason, her presence seemed like a bad omen, deterring him from revealing the antique.

If she were to confiscate it