The worker at Shangzhen House was sweating profusely, feeling very troubled, because two esteemed individuals had arrived, and he couldn't afford to offend either. Faced with Zhao Mingyao's 'threat,' he found himself at an impasse, unable to say anything, his face turning red with anxiety.
"What, you won't sell for twice the price? Surely, you'll agree to three times the price," Zhao Mingyao asked angrily, her eyes nearly blazing as she stared at the worker.
The worker twitched the corners of his mouth and looked at Song Ruqi, whose expression changed as her lips pressed into a line.
"Second sister..." Song Ruwei was almost in tears, tugging at Song Ruqi's sleeve.
Song Ci walked over and said, "What have you all taken a fancy to? It's almost noon; quickly settle the bill and go eat."
She casually took the hairpin from Zhao Mingyao's hand and said, "After all this shopping, is this the only thing you liked?"
Zhao Mingyao looked at her empty hand in astonishment.
"Grandmother."
