However, only Beiting Huang knew how lucky she was to have met a good sister like Mu Qingling. For a withered vine, Mu Qingling, such a gentle and kind girl, had actually done such a thing.
The girl was full of vigor when she acted shamelessly, scaring the old man so much that his body swayed back. He was obviously frightened.
The old man touched the hairpin on his head. It had been passed down from his ancestors for generations. It was actually useless, but he really couldn't bear to give it away just like that. The old man wasn't stupid. At first, he thought that Beiting Huang wanted it. If Beiting Huang wanted it, he would have to consider it carefully. Beiting Huang knew her stuff. How could the treasure she liked be ordinary?
