Chengfeng, who was being held in his arms, let out a howl.
Yue Jiaojiao rubbed its paws and chuckled. "Let's go and see what he's doing."
The woman and the tiger sneaked to the door of the room and bumped into Zhao Zhan, who was coming out of the room in a panic.
"Jiaojiao." Zhao Zhan was afraid that she would mention what had happened just now again. He quickly took out the silver hairpin from his arms. "I found this on the top of the mountain today. It should be yours."
"Mine?"
Yue Jiaojiao took the hairpin and examined it carefully. "Judging from the workmanship, it should be made by an experienced artist. The stamen on this hairpin and the silver thread used are of excellent quality. When I'm free tomorrow, I'll go to the jewelry shop in town and ask about it."
"Every trade has its own way of doing things. We don't understand these things, so we won't get any results even if we crack our heads."
