When she looked at Ning Qi who was sleeping soundly, she couldn't help but sneered in her heart, "Little devil, from today onwards, you're going to start wetting the bed."

Just when Wu Lingshan was about to use the method she had decided in advance, her gaze was attracted by the shining colorful glazed stove on the table, illuminated by the moonlight.

"Eh, this is..." Wu Lingshan's eyes lit up suddenly, she took two quick steps forward, and reached out to grab the colorful glazed stove. She had never seen such a beautiful thing, with several gemstones inlaid on it, and it was priceless at first glance. Greed blinded her mind. She never considered why such a precious thing appeared in Ning Qi's bedroom. Just as her palm was about to touch the colorful glazed stove, a snow-white palm slowly grabbed Grabbed her wrist.