Hearing this, Shi Mo did not continue arguing with him. Pestering him, he took a towel and wiped his hair. “Why are you looking for me?”
Shi ran looked at the hairpin in his hand and smiled. “Isn’t aunt going to celebrate her birthday? Let me ask you what gift you’ve prepared.”
With his back facing Shi ran, Shi Mo narrowed his eyes and asked, “What did you prepare?”
Shi ran sighed helplessly, “I don’t Know? I just came to ask what you gave me.”
Shi Mo paused for a moment and spat out two words, “A hairpin.”
Shi ran frowned, “What?”
Shi Mo turned around and curled the corner of his lips, “The hairpin in your hand is the gift I prepared.”
When Shi ran heard this, he immediately snorted, “Forget it! Do you think I’m a three-year-old child! Don’t try to lie to me, quickly tell me which woman this belongs to!”
“I bought it.”
