"Little one? What do you want to do?" Jimo Cheng's face was full of confusion.
Luo Qianqian chuckled, "Mom and godmother's birthday is coming up, isn't it? 'The one who is closest to the water gets the moon first,' right? Isn't our teacher an expert in jade carving? Red seems much more festive than green, doesn't it?" The main point was that An Zilan already had a green jade bracelet.
"Auntie's birthday?" Jimo Cheng was startled, his mind rapidly recalling the information related to Luo Qianqian. Yes, that was correct.
Squinting his eyes, his thin lips, which were always turned up at the corners, tightened, and in no time, he curved into a smile, "I have an idea. Isn't Purple Jade even more beautiful than Red Jade?"
Luo Qianqian looked at Jimo Cheng in surprise. Although what he said was true, Purple Jade was something scarce and hard to come by: "Is there any today?"
Jimo Cheng shook his head mysteriously, "I don't know about today, but my grandfather has a piece."
