Lin Siyu's cold laughter rang out, "Hah, so you're here for the Silver after all! I was so naively thinking you might be... But of course, if it weren't for the Silver, would you tolerate the mockery of those Servants?"
"Enough with the nonsense, hurry up and give me the Silver!" Lin Yongcheng felt extremely uncomfortable, and his patience with Lin Siyu was wearing thin.
"I don't have any!" Lin Siyu lifted her head and snorted resolutely.
No Silver? Who are you trying to fool?
Lin Yongcheng's gaze narrowed dangerously, shifting towards the Gold hairpin on Lin Siyu's head.
Feeling his gaze, Lin Siyu tensely raised her hand to cover the hairpin, "You can't have this hairpin—it was a reward from Master Magistrate, who even told me to wear it every day. If he finds out I gave it to you, he will kill me!"
