Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

While the three of them had looked her over from head to toe, Shen Mingchao, holding the cat, also looked them over from head to toe, finally confirming that Zhang Qilan and Wu Xie did not have any strange flowing light on them.

Seeing the solemn expressions on their faces, she still asked疑惑地问道, "Third Master, what exactly happened?"

"No, I just..." Wu Xie started to say, but the fat guy chimed in with a grin, "I just haven't seen any girls in ages, and I really miss them!"

Shen Mingchao glanced suspiciously past Wu Xie and the fat man, then turned his gaze to the silent Zhang Qilin.

As a result, the silent man pursed his lips into a straight line and quietly reached out to put the bottle cap on.

Tsk, what does this mean?

Before she could speak again, the fat man waved his hand and urged everyone to get in the car: "Let's go, don't linger at the village entrance, let's hurry back for dinner."

Heaven and Earth eat the biggest meal.

After Shen Mingchao got into Wu Xie's Jinbei van, he suddenly grinned at the three of them and said in a slightly pleading tone, "Um... there's something I need your help with, could you do me a favor?"

"What is it? Tell me," Wu Xie asked as he started the engine, sitting in the driver's seat.

Shen Mingchao fiddled with his phone and said, "I bought some things online and I want to pick up the package."

"No problem." Wu Xie thought it was something serious and drove directly to the Cainiao Post Station in town.

In the car, Wu Xie asked, seemingly casually, "Mingchao, what do you think of the driver I hired?"

"The driver?" Shen Mingchao assumed that Wu Xie, as the boss, wanted to assess the employee's work attitude, so he said a few nice things: "He's a very nice guy, very talkative, and we had a pleasant chat the whole way."

Talkative? Wu Xie narrowed his eyes, thinking that something was definitely wrong.

The person he arranged was Uncle Zhong, an elderly man from the Wu family, a kind and honest man who wasn't particularly talkative. About ten minutes earlier, Uncle Zhong had written to him, saying that he had been drugged and was unconscious for most of the day. When he woke up, he found that his car had been stolen.

Wu Xie broke out in a cold sweat. He had just exchanged messages with Shen Mingchao, who said they had exited the highway and arrived in Fujian city, and even sent him photos.

Looking at the man whose face was only partially visible in Shen Mingchao's selfie, Wu Xie guessed that the other party had disguised himself.

The matter is now quite clear: someone impersonated Uncle Zhong and drove away with Shen Mingchao.

Who is this person? And what is their purpose? Without time to think, Wu Xie quickly told Fatty and Zhang Qilan about the driver being switched, and also called Shen Mingchao. Fortunately, the other party answered immediately and said that she was at the entrance of Yucun.

Wu Xie immediately grabbed the car keys and ran out, and Fatty and Zhang Qilin followed without saying a word and got into the car together.

As their thoughts raced, while Shen Mingchao got out of the car to pick up the package, the three men exchanged glances. The fat man spoke first: "Tianzhen, the girl seems perfectly fine. That guy went to all that trouble pretending to be a driver and obediently brought her here. What was his purpose? Was he trying to intimidate us? Was he threatening us with the girl's safety?"

Wu Xie frowned, sighed, and voiced his guess.

"Xiaohua and I have kept information about the Ming Dynasty very tightly under wraps. Her current public identity is that of a relative of the Xie family, somewhat related to my grandmother's lineage, so it's normal for her to have contact with me. But who would threaten us with an outsider?"

The fat man half-jokingly said, "Naive, surely it's not your second uncle and his family who want to see their future niece-in-law?"

Wu Xie initially wanted to refute, but upon reflection, he felt it was not impossible; his affairs could never be hidden from his second uncle and the others. Therefore, the other party had merely made a switch and had not caused any substantial harm.

At this moment, Zhang Qilin took off his hat brim, shook his head, and gave another unbelievable guess: "The Zhang family."

Wu Xie knew that Zhang Qilan wouldn't say something without basis. He suddenly remembered something that Hei Xiazi had mentioned to them after picking up Shen Mingchao and bringing him back to Hangzhou.

It was said that Shen Mingchao was unlucky enough to run into the Zhang family members who were on a mission, and that the person was most likely Zhang Haike, because Shen Mingchao said she saw a circle of tattoos on the other person's neck - that was Zhang Haike's most obvious feature.

So, it was Zhang Haike who switched drivers?

Just as Wu Xie was thinking this, Zhang Qilan said a completely different name: "Zhang Haiyan".

When the topic of being talkative came up, Zhang Qilan suddenly recalled some distant and not-so-pleasant memories. In his memory, the man was always rambling on and on, to the point that even he found it noisy and told him to go back to his hometown.

"What are you whispering about? What's that?" A round head suddenly popped in through the car window, staring with big, curious eyes.

"Ah! Salt..." The fat man's sly eyes lit up, and he had an idea: "Salted duck, we were talking about what to eat tonight, and Tianzhen said she wanted to eat salted duck."

Wu Xie admired the fat man's quick thinking. With his back to Shen Mingchao, he gave the fat man a thumbs up and then asked, "Mingchao, have you finished picking up the package?"

"Yes, I've collected them all, but there was quite a lot."

Wu Xie got out of the car and stared wide-eyed at the pile of packages that was almost as big as a small mountain.

The fat man shook his head and sighed, "Goodness, you're going to take over the whole inn!"

Zhang Qiyu is a man of action. He put San San, whom he was holding, on the car seat, got out of the car, and silently began to unload the packages.

Shen Mingchao, of course, wasn't idle either; he joined in the moving.

After all the packages were loaded onto the truck, Shen Mingchao listened to Wu Xie's panting beside him and suddenly realized something.

What's going on? After being busy for so long, she didn't feel tired at all, and still had inexhaustible energy.

At the same time, Zhang Haiyan was driving to the Zhang family headquarters to receive punishment for his unauthorized actions.

Zhang Haike only said one sentence on the other end of the phone: "You shouldn't have gone."

Zhang Haiyan chuckled, his face full of unruliness: "There's nothing I wouldn't dare to do."

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone before Zhang Haike's voice came through: "I've already notified Zhang Haiqi. She said that if the child misbehaves, a beating will do the trick. I'm taking this opportunity to ask her to come back as your executor of the punishment."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Haiyan's expression froze, and the cigarette he had just lit fell onto his pants. He wasn't afraid of being punished, but he was afraid of his godmother. She was someone who didn't hold back when it came to her punishments.

Zhang Haiyan gritted his teeth: "Zhang Haike, you have no martial ethics—"

The phone was hung up as soon as he finished speaking.

Zhang Haiyan put down his phone with a dark expression. He turned the steering wheel around and drove the car around, thinking he could avoid it for as long as possible. Just then, a message popped up on his phone.

Zhang Haike: Oh, by the way, your godmother asked me to tell you that if you come back later than her, the punishment will be doubled. You probably don't want her chasing you all over the world, do you?

Zhang Haiyan: "......"