Mo Qiang didn't leave even a single gold bar behind. This was her little treasure that she had collected while working under the small street boss. Because this gold didn't come from legal channels, she couldn't sell it. But Mo Qiang didn't care about it, as long as she could watch this pretty gold—who cared about if it could be sold?
Just the bling of this charming gold bar was enough to make her mood better.
Once Mo Qiang was finished storing the gold bars and jade jewellery, including the jade pillow that she stole from a woman who called her a thief and the stain of society, Mo Qiang crossed her legs and sat down inside the safe.
She was already thinking of what kind of jewellery she was going to make for her children but then her train of thoughts came to an abrupt halt. How was she going to make jewellery for her children when she was stuck in this world? Her eyes drifted to the cold walls of the safe and Mo Qiang pursed her lips in frustration.