Chen Meng'er asked Fatty to help her move the medium-sized box in her room to Elder Liu and the others, but no one reacted. Ah Biao asked in a daze, "Little Miss, where did you find such a wooden box? It looks like a coffin."
Elder Liu's eyes changed when he looked at the box. If he was not mistaken, this box was made of rosewood. "Meng'er, what are you doing?" Elder Liu asked.
Chen Meng'er did not answer her grandfather and Ah Biao. Instead, she walked over to the box and opened the lid.
Fatty, who was standing closest to the box, looked at the contents of the box when Chen Meng'er opened the lid. He could not help but suck in a breath of cold air. Skinny was a little better than Fatty. He pointed at the gold in the box and raised his head in shock. He looked at Chen Meng'er and asked, "Little Miss, is this real gold?"
"What do you think? If this isn't gold, what is it?" Chen Meng'er said with a smile as beautiful as a flower.
