"Why don't you tell me." Ouyang looked at him.
The other party said: "The owner of the box is my ancestor, and the owner of the painting is my ancestor's friend."
"Oh?" Ouyang opened the box. "If that's the case, should I sell it to you?"
"That's the best," the man stared at her. "If you have any other ideas, I can't guarantee your safety from now on."
"You really don't know how to be kind to women!" She closed the box again. "I won't sell the painting." She stood up and saw a group of people guarding the door. There seemed to be no one on the street.
"Women in this world deserve the least sympathy, and women like you who are extremely curious deserve even less sympathy," said the man.
"Really?" She took the box. "Then I might disappoint you." It was easy to deal with him. Simple deception and threats could ensure her safety. "What if I can't get out? Can you get this box?"
The other person's face was a little ferocious. The original owner of this box and painting had done them a favor, and their parents had been looking for it for a long time. They didn't expect it to fall into the hands of this woman.
That’s right, she left safely and then went to the Zhuo family.
After hearing what she said, Mr. Zhuo paused and said, "He is actually from the He family."
"The He family?" Ouyang seemed to know something from what he said. "Grandpa, how did this thing end up in your hands?"
"Silly child," Grandpa looked at the painting on the coffee table, "Actually, this painting belongs to our family. Since he wants the box, just give it back to him."
“It turns out that the stories my grandfather told me were not about other people’s families, but about his own family.”
Seeing her somewhat pleased with herself, Elder Zhuo smiled faintly, "You're not an ordinary person either. The He family and we have lost contact for many years. Moreover, with the changing society, no one knows where anyone is or who they are now. It's not easy for you to find her."
"Easy!" Ouyang pointed to a small mark on the box. "That's their mark." This small mark had already been imprinted in their minds. When they first entered the office, the manager had a pin pattern on his cuff that showed this mark.
"You," said Grandpa, "just love novelty and making trouble."
"Grandpa, where is the office?"
"Grandpa is old and doesn't want to be involved in some things. You can handle it on his behalf."
"Okay!" She was enjoying it. She wanted to make that agency that looked down on women bow down at her feet.
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