Chapter 67 067, something is wrong
The more Xia Ning thought about it, the more uneasy she became. In order to confirm her suspicion, she planned to check all the boxes.

She struggled to push away the wooden box in front of her, and after making room for her feet, she opened several boxes around them one by one. As expected, the boxes were full of gold, silver and jewelry.

Unconvinced, she continued to open other boxes.

After more than ten minutes, Xia Ning completely gave up on feeling the jewels in the room.

These boxes add up to a total of 56 boxes, including two boxes containing some valuable calligraphy and painting, two boxes containing some small and exquisite porcelain pieces, three wooden boxes containing a stack of silver notes, and five boxes containing high-quality goods. silk and satin.

The rest of the boxes are full of valuable gold and silver jewelry, all kinds of beautiful jade and gemstones, gold bars and silver ingots, in short, there are many kinds, and all of them are high-quality goods worth a lot of money.

Xia Ning sat paralyzed on the edge of the bed, and took another look at the empty porcelain basin. There was no recorder, nor any notes!
"It shouldn't be."

Xia Ning muttered to herself, something is really wrong.

How could it be possible for Song Shaoqin, a person with such a comprehensive temperament, to send so many things over without even a single word of explanation?
This is not his style.

Unless something important happened, he was completely caught off guard, so that it was too late to leave a word.

"What the hell happened?"

At this moment, Xia Ning was both puzzled and worried. These boxes should be from the Song family's warehouse. What happened to make Song Shaoqin send all the property in the warehouse? ?
She got up suddenly and came to the desk, tore off a small piece of white paper, put a question mark on the paper with a pen, and then threw the note into the porcelain basin.

Although he didn't know what happened, something must have happened to Song Shaoqin.

Now she doesn't know what's going on over there, is Song Shaoqin's porcelain plate still on his body?Therefore, she does not dare to send the recorder right now, nor does she dare to reveal any information.

During this time, Song Shaoqin had already mastered the characters and symbols. If he could still see the note, he would immediately understand what he meant.

If the porcelain plate was not on Song Shaoqin's body, then her little note would not reveal anything, at most she would be puzzled by the sudden extra note.

Besides, except for her and Song Shaoqin who can activate the porcelain pot and plate, the others can't figure out the mystery with it. Even if they suspect as much as they want, I'm afraid they can't figure out the mystery of the porcelain plate, right?

Seeing that the small note disappeared, it meant that there was no problem with the transmission channels on both sides, but Xia Ning was still a little restless.

As for the packed snacks in the living room, the heat has gradually dissipated, but at this moment, she has completely lost her appetite.

After sitting like this, Xia Ning persisted for more than half an hour, but the porcelain basin remained silent.

"Ah~"

She couldn't help but sigh helplessly.

It's not a coincidence today, she happened to be away from home, and I don't know when Song Shaoqin sent the box?
If it had been not long ago, then he would still have seen his little note, but now the porcelain basin has no response, probably Song Shaoqin is no longer in the mansion.

Suddenly, she remembered the sudden panic feeling in her body when she was shopping in the afternoon. Could it be that something happened to Song Shaoqin then? ?

It's not without reason that she guessed so.

After all, she and Song Shaoqin were able to get in touch with each other through porcelain pots and plates, which meant that there was some bond between them.

(End of this chapter)

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