He was a bit dazed and recalled that two hours ago, after the museum closed, Xiao Quan had counted all the artifacts, locked up the museum, and left.,Xiao Ding had no power or influence, so Xiao Quan needed to make a serious plan to change this situation.,Under the moon, a slender maiden hid behind a nearby tree of longing, hearing Xiao Quan's poem. Her heart stirred, drunk in the quiet beauty of its imagery.。