Boss, how much does this cost? "
Zhou Mingyuan picked up the silver hairpin on the stall, with a mung bean-sized sapphire inlaid on it, shining in the sunset. Elena, that girl, likes this kind of plain style. Last time she stared at a similar one at the door of the tailor shop for a long time, but in the end she was not willing to buy it. At that time, Zhou Mingyuan only had three coins in his pocket and couldn't even afford a meal, so Elena paid for him a piece of black bread.
