At Pei Yan's doorstep, he didn't even plan to return her backpack to her and instead went straight to inserting the key and entering, "Come in for a bit, I have something for you."
Jiang Shuyao was really curious about what could be so important that he mentioned it twice.
Oh well, since someone was in a bad mood today, she might as well indulge him.
She followed Pei Yan inside and just stood at the entrance, thinking she'd leave as soon as he brought out whatever it was.
After waiting for a while, she saw him come out of the bedroom with a cylindrical tube in hand.
"Open it and have a look," said Pei Yan, passing the tube to her.
Jiang Shuyao didn't rush to do as told and instead quietly focused her gaze on the lacquered cylinder in her hands.
About 8 centimeters in diameter and 64 centimeters high, its fine porcelain glaze marked with cloud patterns, it was typically used by master painters to store their privately signed works.