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Qiao Ranran could do nothing about it. She could not keep holding everything, and Pei Ling certainly would not take it back if she tried to return it. Besides, to be honest, handing over treasures already in her grasp seemed a little foolish. Carrying them was inconvenient, so she stuffed them all into her Storage Bag, torn between misgivings and delight and drawing sharp breaths all the while.

Suddenly, her plain, unassuming Storage Bag seemed unworthy of these treasures.

Qiao Ranran muttered, "Who did you rob to get all this?"

"Mm. I went to a lot of places."

"Hmm?? You really did rob someone?"

"Are you worried they'll come knocking, Senior Sister?"

No. She just did not think fencing stolen goods suited her.

Pei Ling took one look at Qiao Ranran's conflicted expression and understood what troubled her. Irritation flashed in his eyes. "They owed me all of that. I only collected a little interest. What, does Senior Sister want to lecture me?"

Qiao Ranran's heart trembled. She remembered the wretched state the boy had been in when they first met, and her gaze softened. "You can make them repay what they owe you slowly. There's no need to do it all at once. Look at you—you've gotten yourself hurt again, and you're the one who has to suffer for it. There are plenty of other ways to settle this. You're so clever; with just a little maneuvering, you could make them pay, couldn't you?"

Pei Ling's eyes flickered. "I'm not hurt." Those people had never discovered where he really was. They had made a great commotion trying to catch him, only for him to expose their secrets.

"But your Toxicity flared up! You were in pain again! And—"

Pei Ling wanted to tell her that had been an accident.