Rebirth in the 50s: The Couple with the Hidden Space novel Chapter 910

Chapter 910: Chapter 783: This Miao Is Not Miao

Zhang Guoqing put down his son, telling him to stand behind and not move, while he took out a dagger, squatted down and inspected it, cutting open the seal.

Behind him, Little Ping’an clenched his fists, stood on tiptoe, craned his neck to watch his actions, and softly said, "Be careful, there could be poison or traps inside!"

If it weren’t for the wrong timing, Zhang Guoqing really wanted to ask his son what books he had been reading for the past two years. How did he know all these tricks?

Nevertheless, he did stand up, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, folded it over, wrapped it around his fingers, and cautiously opened the box again.

——He lifted the top children’s book, just about to take it out, when suddenly Zhang Guoqing’s pupils contracted, and with a "snap" he quickly covered it up again.

Ping’an didn’t see what was inside, but he sensitively noticed his dad was very tense just now. He glanced around, then tugged at his dad’s sleeve.

Zhang Guoqing exhaled a breath, took off the handkerchief and tucked it into his pocket, patted his son: "No danger, it’s inconvenient here. We’ll talk once we’re back."

Ping’an was held in his dad’s arms again, looking ahead confusedly, "Weren’t we going home first?"

"Unless we’re certain no one is watching our house from the shadows? For safety, everything should remain as usual. We need to buy some things as cover."

Listening to Zhang Guoqing say this softly, Ping’an seriously pinched his dad’s shoulder, then quickly broke into a naive and innocent smile.

The father and son went around to the mall to buy a packet of milk powder, then went to a store specializing in selling straw hats, dustpans, bamboo baskets, and bamboo boxes to buy a few items.

More than an hour later, in the study of the East Wing, Zhang Guoqing looked at his son on the bed: "How do you feel?"

"Very interesting."

"Then watch carefully how I handle it next."

Zhang Guoqing took out a pair of medical gloves from the drawer and opened the box again.

This time Ping’an finally saw what made his dad nervous? A magazine he liked, a letter, and the box full of tickets of various colors and crisp ten-yuan banknotes.

"Dad?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Guoqing nodded. Without his son’s urging, he already picked out a note from the envelope with his gloved hand.

Inside were just a few words: This Miao is not Miao.

"Dad, there’s more inside."

Suddenly realizing, Zhang Guoqing poured out the rest from the envelope. A silver coin with the queen’s portrait made in Hong Kong, a franc, and a small key.

Zhang Guoqing picked them up one by one, examined them, sniffed them, and then put them back in the box.

"Dad, is this for grandma?"

"Smart! Can you help Dad get Grandma Sun away so your mom can take a look first?"

Ping’an nodded enthusiastically: "Give me two minutes, I’ll take care of it quickly. But you’ll have to explain what’s going on afterward?"

"Alright, be careful."

After sending Aunt Sun away, Zhang Guoqing carried the small box into the bedroom.

"What is this?" Zhou Jiao looked at him puzzled.

Zhang Guoqing briefly explained how he obtained and delivered this small box.

After listening, Zhou Jiao sighed softly at the note: "My lineage is so complicated."

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