Not all modern people can drive, and not all ancient people can paint.
Besides, those folks were blind for many years.
Thinking from another perspective, Jia Xitong let it go.
However, she sincerely suggested Qu Changxi to keep the painting well.
"Why?"
Qu Changxi was puzzled.
"If Mr. Qu really meets the girl, and she sees you painted her like this, I worry others might challenge you to a duel."
Jia Xitong shook her head, this was indeed a bit scary.
Qu Changxi coughed lightly twice and carefully rolled up the painting again. Probably realizing he drew it terribly, he put it back into his space artifact.
Seeing the metal box again.
Jia Xitong approached curiously to take a closer look.
Seeing Little Raccoon so curious, Qu Changxi wasn't in a hurry to put it away and left it in front of her for a good look.
The exterior of the box was about the size of a lunchbox, with various patterns engraved on it.
"How much stuff can fit in here?"
"Nearly ten bushels."
