C141 Wooden box with qiankun

Qi Huaizhao gave a rough glance at it, not at all interested in it at all.

Mo Xian went over and picked up the wood box and played with it. Although the lock on the door was broken, it did not affect the beauty of the box.

"Are you not curious, to whom did that old cunning fox, Wang Chenghai, write it?" Mo Xian asked.

Qi Huaizhao glanced at her