Half an hour later.
When Ye Feng had swept through all the valuable items in the ancient city, Zhuang Xiaojiao had just returned with large and small jars.
Her face was dirty, and a pair of riding boots were hanging from her neck. She looked like a tramp who was picking up trash.
"This is the antique you collected?"
Ye Feng leisurely sat on the carriage and swung his legs, looking at the things she had collected with disdain.
Zhuang Xiaojiao put down her treasure proudly. "Of course, I've received treasures."
Ye Feng pointed at the boots around her neck: "What treasure is this?"
Zhuang Xiaojiao took off the boots and handed them to him. "According to the owner, these were worn by He Shen. They are priceless."
Ye Feng pushed her hand away with disdain: "He Shen's boots? I still have Ji Xiaolan's diapers. Do you want them?"
Zhuang Xiaojiao snorted. "You can be jealous all you want. I'm definitely going to win this time."