Tang Mei turned her head to Wang Jinghui and after a pause of a few seconds, she asked softly, "A hairpin?"
"Right, a hairpin, I made it myself."
Seeing that Tang Mei did not continue the conversation, Wang Jinghui grew nervous. He quickly opened the wooden box and explained, "Actually, I don't mean anything else by it... it's just that Silver's pretty good. Want to try it?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Mei reached out to take the silver flower hairpin and, in the blink of an eye, replaced the original jade hairpin she had been wearing.
"It looks beautiful, really beautiful. It suits you so well."
Wang Jinghui nodded with satisfaction.
Faced with the man's compliments, Tang Mei did not say a word. Instead, a hint of a smile flashed at the corner of her mouth.
...
Four hours later, in Jin City.
"Master, they have arrived," Zhao Renjie's voice came through the earpiece.
"Proceed with the plan, start the action."
"Yes, Master."
