As expected, his nephew was just as he had said, mediocre in talent and dull-witted.,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 was just a frail scholar, he couldn't withstand such a fatal blow to the neck. He first fell into a coma and then died on the cold hay in the stable.。