After Ru Hua had put away the basket full of needlework, she looked up at Zhan Qing, puzzled and confused.
Zhan Qing was usually quiet and reserved. As a rule, a simple glance would make him blush, rendering him speechless. Today, however, he broke his norm. With a stern expression on his face, he strode over, yanked the hairpin out of her hair, and asked, "This one, where did you get it from?"
Ru Hua's face tightened.
Zhan Qing fixed his gaze on her, "Earlier, the Madam was watching your hair, she must have noticed this hairpin. She probably thought I gave it to you. I didn't debunk it earlier to save your face, now tell me where did you get this hairpin from!"
Ru Hua was threatened by his severity, and teardrops started to roll down her cheeks, "I, I....."
