Fang Qin glanced at Su Qiao, who was standing by the street and looking around as if searching for a jewelry shop. Something flickered in her eyes. "Which one did she take a fancy to?"
The Shop Assistant hurriedly took the silver hairpin Su Qiao had liked out from behind the counter.
Fang Qin lowered her eyes and swept them over it. She quickly came up with a plan.
By then, Su Qiao had already gone to another shop.
Although she had not found a silver hairpin she liked, she had found a rather pleasing red sandalwood hairpin and spent ten taels of silver on it.
Host, are you really just letting that snob who looks down on people off the hook?
444 felt that this was not quite Su Qiao's usual style of taking revenge over the slightest slight.
"Someone will deal with that kind of petty person sooner or later. I can't be bothered to waste my time."
It was already getting late, and she still had to hurry over to the small market to take a look.
She had not even shown up for lunch. She wondered whether that stubborn man of hers, whose temperament was unbearably contrary, had gone out to set up his stall again.
Sigh, he was getting a little disobedient.
But she could neither hit him nor scold him now.
If she hit him, she was afraid she might hurt him.
If she scolded him, his mouth was even sharper than hers.
Su Qiao happily carried her cloth bag, but before she reached the small market, someone blocked her path.
"It's her!"
The Shop Assistant pointed at Su Qiao viciously.
Beside him, Fang Qin seemed to be sizing Su Qiao up. "Are you sure it's her?"
The Shop Assistant, who had a pair