Little one shook her head, definitely unwilling to leave. She felt that looking around a bit more was good, if only to know how all these things were faked.
"Old grandpa, carrying this is not as refreshing as carrying some essential balm; it's both good-looking and useful."
Beibei was speaking directly to an old man. This old man was holding a jade plaque in his hand, which was very smooth—just right for making a hanging badge.
This jade plaque had a refreshing feel to it, smooth and full of tactile texture.
The old man laughed. "Little girl, this is a matter of sentiment, not about being refreshing. How does a Child Star come to a place like this?"
Beibei scratched her head and said, "Because I have no money, and because I'm curious."
Hearing this, the old man just smiled without a word.
"Big uncle, you're not playing fair. You're selling something like this for so much. Won't your conscience hurt?"
Little one muttered with her mouth puckered, her eyes fixed on the stall owner.
The stall owner looked at Ling Yun and said, "She's your daughter, right? Cute is cute, but for her to say things like this will affect my business."
Ling Yun smiled. "Kids will be kids, and they've got a heavy sense of curiosity. You just believe what they say!"
"Aiya... It's her. Last year it was this kid who dug up a good thing on Old Street. It's that child." A voice suddenly appeared in the crowd.
This man was fortunate enough to have seen little one once, which was the last time little one had picked up a bargain here by herself, and he still hadn't forgotten it.
"Go on and blow your horn. No matter how you look at her, she's not even