——Has your brother ever stolen anything?
——Steal? Are you kidding me? Other than when he was ten and stole a manhole cover from the abandoned steel factory to buy me snacks, he's never taken anything from anyone else!
Li Qianxia said it with pride, but most people hadn't even taken a manhole cover from an abandoned steel factory; her brother's moral standards were considered low.
Hearing Li Qianxia say this, Yang Qinglan felt relieved.
Stealing a manhole cover was something from a thousand years later. Guanyin from the Song Dynasty had died by then, so could she still manage the petty thefts of the Marxist era?
As they say, a couple's hearts beat as one, and Li Changzhou thought the same way.
No sooner had the golden basket left the Turquoise Pool and exited the North Heavenly Gate, heading towards the Tongtian River, than it was spotted by a black hawk, who reported it to him.
