When the stall owner saw a customer approaching, his face broke into a warm smile.
"Mister, Missus, take a look and see if anything catches your fancy. There are all kinds of designs."
"Mm-hmm," Song Que answered and lowered his head to browse the goods.
Qin Xiaoyao, on the other hand, seemed to be a little disinterested.
However, she felt bored, so she also browsed through the goods with Song Que.
Thereafter, she discovered a bright, white jade hairpin.
Qin Xiaoyao felt it looked quite nice and reached out for it.
"Missus has good taste. This hairpin is lustrous and white. The quality is top-notch. Paired with your husband, it will definitely complement him well!" the stall owner said hurriedly.
When the stall owner looked at Song Que, he could not hide the admiration in his eyes.
This husband's appearance was indeed extraordinary. No matter what kind of hairpin he used, he still looked absolutely stunning and peerless.
