In less than fifteen minutes, from the four pant legs, more than a dozen heavy and light gold rings, six gold bracelets, and several gold chains of varying thickness were dug out. Some were inlaid with gemstones, clearly indicating they were acquired treasures.
Mother Zhang took out a handkerchief from her pocket, quickly wrapped the items before Zhou Jiao could speak, and stuffed them to the bottom drawer of the kang table, covering and closing it again.
"Mom?"
"What mom, what's so strange. These were all exchanged for at the Black Markets in the provincial city by your dad and me over those two years, no one knows except your dad. I took the opportunity since you're pregnant to get them for you from your dad, in case your dad makes a muddle-headed decision in a few years and divides them when Xi Zi and the others grow up."
Zhou Jiao was indifferent; others might cherish these things, but her space had countless such items.
