While she was wandering around, Su Qingqing was suddenly attracted by the butterfly hairpin on a stall.
The butterfly hairpin was exquisite and elegant, and the fine-carved wings could slightly vibrate. It looked as if it would fly away with the wind at any time. Su Qingqing looked at it and could not help but love it.
"Boss, how much is this hairpin?" Su Qingqing really liked this hairpin, and finally decided to ask for the price. If it was not too expensive, then she would buy it. Taking it back would be a valuable antique!
"I'm sorry, Young Lady. I don't want to sell this hairpin." The stall owner, who looked very gentle and honest, grabbed Su Qingqing. He smiled obsequiously and reached out to take back the hairpin in Su Qingqing's hand.
"Why don't you sell them? Aren't you all at
