Xie Yunhai could sense the hostility from the man at the door, but he still gave him a friendly nod as a greeting.
Yan Jinzhi glared dangerously at Xie Yunhai for a few seconds before turning around.
"Wait a minute..."
Jiang Mingyue turned back upon hearing the words, it was a waiter who seemed to be chasing them. They didn't seem to have forgotten anything.
The waiter handed over a little bamboo basket, inside were four or five hairpins, each one creative and delicate. Jiang Mingyue was curious that such things existed in this era; the craftsmanship was much better than the machine-made products of later generations.
"What is this?"
"Tingsong made these herself, they're a gift for you, and I'm supposed to pass them on."
So that's it!
"Thank you!"
"You're welcome!"
