A cold touch came from between his fingers. Jiang Youyou was holding a twisted golden walking stick. The East China Sea Pearl inlaid on the phoenix crown rolled to the ground, like a string of cheap teardrops with broken threads.
What bad luck.
She raised her foot and ran over one, and there was a crisp cracking sound from the sole of her foot.
This priceless phoenix crown is lying on the precious Persian carpet in a post-modernist manner.
"Miss! My little ancestor! This is... This is a betrothal gift from Wang Shilang's family!" Lu Yi, the personal maid, was so anxious that she almost cried. She hurriedly picked up the jewelry on the ground, "If you dismantle it like this, how are you going to explain it tomorrow?"
