In this regard, everyone else recalled everything Gu Nuan had done and felt there was no doubt about it. The question now was, with so many items, which one was it?
Seizing the moment of Zhan Dapeng's hesitation, Wa Zicong pushed past him into the room, directly heading for the pile of small knickknacks on the floor. He glanced over them and said, "It should be that one."
"Which one?"
"That one!"
Following the direction of his finger, everyone saw a slanted little tree trunk. It was a piece of moldy wood stuck in a flower pot, looking like some kind of floral arrangement craft.
"Why this one?" Zhan Dapeng asked, catching up with a tone of urgency. "Do you realize that your random talking could waste our most precious time?"
