The shopkeeper noticed Feng Yingying's embarrassment and instantly understood. He snatched the hairpin back from her hand and spoke with more confidence: "Ha! I see why you're trying to bargain and threaten. You don't have the money to buy it, do you? If you can't afford it, why bother with the hairpin? Pretending as if you know Master Yun! Go away, I'm busy, don't have time to play with you!"
Feng Yingying was also angry. She wasn't there to cause trouble; she genuinely wanted to buy that hairpin.
"I'm not, I lost my money pouch! I..."
"Boss, how much is it? I'll pay for it."
A familiar voice sounded in her ear, and Feng Yingying was stunned. She quickly turned her head and indeed saw a face she would never forget: "It's you?! How did you get out? Weren't you at the Yamen?"
What's going on? How could this be? She had just sent this annoying guy to the Yamen, so how did he get out so quickly?
Something's not right!
