Faced with all this, Zhou Jiao covered her forehead in distress, looking at her dad.
Zhou Xiaozheng saw this and couldn't suppress his amusement any longer, patting her on the head, "Quickly put it away. A family with hundreds of years of history, this is already little. Abroad, I've seen the biggest secret rooms that are truly scary. If you can't fit it all, just leave some out."
"Dad, don't scare me. You wouldn't be a thief, would you? That's too dangerous."
Zhou Xiaozheng laughed heartily—his daughter Jiao Jiao was indeed imaginative.
Zhou Jiao shook her head at him helplessly, such a low threshold for humor! She took out pen and paper, then said, "I can fit it all, it just feels too overwhelming. Dad, you open the boxes, I need to take notes to have a count in my mind."
