She lifted her head. "Brother, what did you say?"
The way Bai Qiyang looked at her carried pain, disappointment, and a deep, probing scrutiny.
"Although my sister said it casually, she told me to check that whole box of jewelry to see if there was any problem. I was afraid of any misunderstanding, so I carefully examined everything right in front of her."
"Every single piece was perfectly fine. There was no way anything could go wrong—unless what you mean is that I deliberately broke it."
This time it was Mu Xi's face that turned deathly pale; under the thin lamplight, she looked utterly bloodless.
"Brother, that's not what I meant, I… I don't know whether that hairpin is good or bad."
But Bai Qiyang kept his eyes locked tightly on her.
He started to wonder if Bai Zhi'er had already seen through the fact that Mu Xi always wanted to use these petty tricks to prove her own status.
That was why Bai Zhi'er had reminded Bai Qiyang to check the hairpins.
