Yin Baishuang snickered coldly, "I've already spared her a lowly life, what's wrong with taking a few things from her?"
Baili An remained unmoved, "Men and women should not touch hands when giving or receiving anything."
Su Jing's clothes were ancient and simple like still snow, adorned with a crowned jade, and there were no other accessories around her waist. Since the Qiankun Bag that she had carried for two hundred years was hidden, it was naturally a private and personal item.
He had no past dealings or sentiments with Su Jing, so it was inappropriate to search her body rashly.
"How I detest your old-fashioned temperament!" Yin Baishuang said indifferently, "If not for my distaste in touching this person, why would I need you to do this for me? Since you are unwilling, it's simple. I'll just shatter her clothes and the Qiankun Bag will naturally be found."
Baili An frowned unhappily, "Miss Yin is taking advantage of someone's perilous state!"
