"Then, I'll trouble Sir Huo to help me recall, can you still remember who it was that came to you with the design drawing, asking you to make this hairpin?" Dan Hanjie's lips parted indifferently.
"Of course, I remember. Such a unique design drawing, I couldn't forget it after one glance, not to mention so many rare pink diamonds…" Sir Huo seemed to sink into his memories, his expression becoming animated.
Trembling fingers pointed at the box in Dan Hanjie's hand, the old eyes shimmering with excitement, "I never take on ready-made projects like this, the only exception was this hairpin, he moved me…"
"Who?" Dan Hanjie caught the crucial word in the old man's speech and suddenly asked.
"I..."
"Bang—"
A dull sound rang in his ear, and Yao was startled, "Mr. Jie, be careful!"
"Protect Sir Huo!"
With a low growl, Dan Hanjie swiftly pulled the old man to his side, but as he looked down, he noticed a spot of blood red on the old man's forehead.
He was already dead.
