This was especially true for rich people like Old Father Su.
Moreover, Qi Jie had a strange habit: he didn' t like banknotes, but he liked white silver. Even the golden gold was not as pleasant as silver, and he also felt that the color of gold was rather vulgar.
Holding the silver hairpin in her hand for a while, she stuck it into her hair bun and looked at the copper mirror with satisfaction. Chu Bosi was not bad.
While eating, Chu Bosi quietly stared at Qi Jie for a few times. The peony-shaped hairpin stuck into Qi Jie jet-black hair, inexplicably adding a bit of charm.
The next day, Qi Jie had just finished breakfast and planned to bring Chu Bosi to the Ling Mountain to collect medicine. When he left, he heard the usually quiet Chu Zhou clan say," No matter what I heard outside tod
