Houzi had stolen Tan Xiao and Cheng Weicai’s healing clay and fled.

Not only that, he’d also drained the gasoline from Tan Xiao’s motorcycle, seemingly afraid Tan Xiao might wake up midway and chase after him.

“That son of a gun! When he was picking door locks with iron wire, I knew he was no good!” Tan Xiao cursed in extreme anger and frustration. “A dog can’t stop eating filth! Stretch your hand once, be a thief for life!”

Cursing alone wasn’t enough to express his inner grief and indignation. He wailed while pulling at his hair with both hands: “The clay I traded my life for! Haven’t even used it once!!!”

The more he thought about it, the more it hurt.

Compared to Tan Xiao’s frenzy, Teacher Cheng was relatively calm, earnestly persuading Tan Xiao: “A blessing in disguise, who knows if it’s fortune? And the ancients said, ‘Of all fortunes under heaven, none is greater than having no desires. Of all calamities under heaven, none is greater than not knowing contentment. Without desires, one has no needs…'”

Tan Xiao was still pulling his hair—he couldn’t understand at all!

Teacher Cheng sighed, then asked Shen Mo and Bai Youwei with concern: “Your clay is alright, isn’t it?”

“Mm, it’s all still there.” Shen Mo replied.

Tan Xiao felt even more aggrieved hearing this. “That guy was discriminating or what?! Only bullying us two?! Damn it!”

Bai Youwei, annoyed by his noise and getting a headache, said impatiently: “If I were him, I’d also target you two—one sleeps like a pig without any guard, the other is full of old bones easily knocked down. If I don’t steal from you, who would I steal from?”

Tan Xiao felt wronged.

He acknowledged Shen Mo was formidable. It was normal that Houzi didn’t dare touch Shen Mo’s things. But what about Bai Youwei? Was he really inferior to a delicate young girl?!

Bai Youwei lightly yawned, unhurriedly saying: “As for why my clay is fine, that’s also easy to understand. He saw long ago that I’m a pampered young lady. So, traveling outside in such simple conditions, I definitely can’t sleep soundly and might wake at any time during the night. The risk factor for his theft would be very high. Moreover, Shen Mo sleeps right next door. Any movement on my side, Shen Mo would know immediately. So of course he wouldn’t be brainless enough to target me.”

Finishing this speech, she sneered coldly, continuing: “Also… don’t forget, he was trying to curry favor with me and Shen Mo yesterday. Leaving some room in his actions prevents things from getting ugly if we meet in the future. He still has that little bit of cunning.”

“Meet in the future?” Tan Xiao, full of fire with nowhere to vent, could only grit his teeth and make threats. “If we meet again, I’ll make sure he knows! What happens when you cross Laughing Brother Xiao!”

Bai Youwei wasn’t interested in questioning these people’s mental journeys.

She only knew she was very sleepy. Woken at five in the morning by someone, then the big commotion over a piece of rotten clay—damn it, her mood for the entire day couldn’t possibly brighten!

Bai Youwei returned to her room with a gloomy expression to pack her luggage.

Shen Mo followed behind the wheelchair, going in.

“What?” Bai Youwei turned to glare at him with an unfriendly tone.

Shen Mo looked at her with interest, asking: “Why did you give them the clay?”

“No particular reason.” Bai Youwei answered coldly, putting away the clothes and dress she’d changed out of yesterday one by one, stuffing them into storage bags to take along.

After two seconds of silence, she vaguely realized something and turned to look at Shen Mo—