Gu Qingyao blushed and looked shy!
Mo Beihan was right.
He was seldom at home and there were only two children and a woman in the Mo house, and Jiang Yingqiu was often ill. People were honest in these times, and few households lost items. Sometimes they did not even close their doors at night.
But there were bad and petty people in every era. Caution would never go amiss.
Especially because if anyone discovered these items, it would be a disaster, and they would be finished.
So they must be hidden carefully!
They would be absolutely safe in her interspace.
Gu Qingyao did not refuse, but said, "Alright, I'll take care of them for you. But you must be more careful in the future! Did you get these things from the black market? It's not safe there. You must be very careful."
Mo Beihan smiled. "Don't worry, nothing will happen to me."
As he spoke, he took a small cloth bag from the closet next to them and packed the items.