Yue Jiaojiao looked at the small wooden box in her hand. The box was only the size of her palm.
Yue Jiaojiao sat in the room in the backyard and looked around for a long time before she slowly opened the box. There was a pendant inside. The pendant was about the size of Yue Jiaojiao's thumb, and its texture was crystal clear. Yue Jiaojiao looked at it for a long time but didn't find anything special, so she put it back into the box.
She was puzzled.
She felt that there was something wrong with Zhao Zhan's father and that he was out of place with them.
The path of farming and getting rich had inexplicably turned into a search competition.
First, it was that painting, then he found this shop, and even knew her name and gave her a pendant... Could this be a wedding gift for Zhao Zhan?
"Jiaojiao."
When Zhao Zhan returned, Yue Jiaojiao was still sitting in her room, deep in thought.
