Boss Fang, being watched by so many people, did not dare not return the hairpin, though he did so somewhat unwillingly to Qin Qin.
"Young lady, please sell this hairpin to me. I'm willing to pay ten thousand yuan for it," the antique shop owner who had just spoken, a short man of about 1.6 meters, squeezed through the crowd and came forward, smiling at Qin Qin as he spoke.
Qin Qin turned around; she had been facing away from the crowd until now, and the moment she turned, a woman in the crowd exclaimed, "Isn't that Master Qin? Master Qin, what are you doing here?"
As she spoke, the relatively young woman ran in from the doorway, joyfully hurrying to Qin Qin's side, "Master Qin, I don't know if you remember me!"
Qin Qin narrowed her eyes slightly, lifting a faint smile, "Miss Yang?!"
