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The vendor watched helplessly as Chen Yue and Yu Ru walked away, then glared resentfully at his nearby competitors before turning to take the jade hairpin back to his stall. However, a sudden flick of a folding fan came horizontally, striking him squarely on the wrist.
"Ouch."
The vendor cried out, the jade hairpin flying from his hand, only to be deftly caught by someone with the folding fan.
Just as he was about to erupt in anger, he saw the appearance of the person with the folding fan, and his rage dissipated instantly. He stepped back twice, tremblingly saying, "Nan... Young Master Nan..."
The one called Young Master Nan was dressed in an ornate brocade robe, holding a purple wooden folding fan in his hand, the hairpin lightly resting on the fan's ribs. He didn't even look at the vendor but thoughtfully watched the retreating figures of Chen Yue and Yu Ru.
He then stepped forward and followed them.
