Shu Yu regained her senses, exhaled slowly, and forced a smile, "It's nothing, I just thought of some unpleasant things."
"Is it related to the beads?" Yuan Shanchuan, who now worked for the government, had broadened his horizons and easily thought of complex matters.
Shu Yu nodded, "Sort of, Fourth Uncle, luckily you told me about this. I did find those beads familiar before but couldn't remember where I'd seen them; now at least I have an idea and feel more at ease."
"I'm worried that being associated with the black market could bring trouble."
Indeed, if it was as she imagined, it would really be a big problem.
Shu Yu was silent for a moment, then looked up seriously, "Fourth Uncle, don't mention anything about the beads to anyone in the future. You're right; associating with the black market is not good. From now on, you should completely forget about the beads."
