Upon hearing this, Jiang Mingyi's eyes widened, and Gu An'an's eyes widened even more, "There's no rice left to cook at home."

Translated: A real man would dare to search someone, otherwise he'd be starving.

In fact, a body search was useless.

This man didn't even have any loose silver.

Gu An'an was very frustrated. How could someone who could afford to wear night clothes not have money?

The only valuable thing was probably the bronze plaque, but it was engraved with strange symbols, so Gu An'an didn't take it for safety's sake. "Let's go."

Seeing her disappointed expression, Jiang Mingyi glanced at the bronze plaque that had been thrown at the man in black, then carefully picked it up and hid it—so that the woman wouldn't see it.

Gu An'an didn't even notice what she saw!

There were even persimmons still hanging on the branches.

"Let's go pick that."

Jiang Mingyi followed her finger and looked over, his eyelids twitching suddenly. "Isn't this too dangerous?"

The persimmon tree grew out of a crack in the rock and hung alone on the edge of the cliff.

Perhaps it is because they are difficult to pick that some fruits survive.

Otherwise, the villagers would have picked them all long ago.

Gu An'an didn't care about that anymore. She turned around and glanced at the young boy. "Do you think I would let you pick them?"

Isn't that so?

Jiang Mingyi rolled his eyes inwardly. Would Gu An'an really risk her life?

The little brat really doesn't like his stepmother at all.

Gu An'an unexpectedly grabbed the boy's face. He was still a child; his skin was really nice.

The sudden attack left Jiang Mingyi dazed for a while before he came to his senses. Looking at Gu An'an, who had already gone over there, he belatedly realized—

Did that woman mean for her to pick them?

She's gone mad!