Qin Yu knew when Ah Da looked his way that the message had been sent, and, pressing his finger on the button, the cellphone screen turned off.
"Do you want it?"
He spoke softly, his voice clear and moist, his speech neither rushed nor slow, echoing within the elevator and vibrating the eardrum in a particularly enticing manner. Ah Da nodded, "Can I trade it for a pearl?"
Qin Yu said, "No need."
Ah Da tilted her head, asking in confusion, "So you don't want to?"
She added, "It's okay if you don't want to, I'll have money in the future."
Having money can buy anything, and she was already planning to sell off the stuff in her little treasury for cash—whatever she could trade, she would.
If she could buy the incense burner back from Qin Yu, that would be even better, Ah Da dreamily thought.
The slim phone twirled in his long fingers as Qin Yu looked on with indifferent eyes, "It's just a phone. I can give you as many as you want. Our previous arrangement still stands."
