Feng Yu curled her lips into a smile, a look of absolute certainty on her face, while a suppressed, stifled chuckle escaped her throat.
She yanked the rope binding the bag and shook out her luggage with exaggerated movements. Aside from a few labor-cloth shirts and trousers worn thin to the point of turning white, and a quilt smelling faintly of mildew, there was nothing else—let alone the watch Wei Manni had lost.
She had personally slipped that watch into Jiang Rou’s luggage at noon, so how could it be missing? Feng Yu’s fingertips frantically clawed through the partitions of the canvas bag, sending clothes flying everywhere.
Chapter 41