When Bai Yueyou brought up this point, Jiang Beiyu's face immediately regained energy and vitality.
He couldn't stop muttering, "Right, you're right, I remember, before Su Zhiruan's jewelry box was taken, her stuff isn't cheap. Once we sell it, we will get a good amount of money."
"But there are a few pieces in there... I checked, and couldn't find them on the internet. Are they real?" Bai Yueyou's gaze was fixed on the bowls and chopsticks in her hands. She thought of the jewelry Jiang Beiyu had given her before. Initially, she had believed that she had found someone from a rich second generation, assuming that whatever jewelry he gave her must be very expensive, so she hid all of it, planning to wear it when an opportunity arose. What she never considered was that these pieces of jewelry were Su Zhiruan's from the start, and Jiang Beiyu had simply played the role of a thief, stealing and giving her these pieces.