But facing his cousin's irrefutable gaze, he could only sigh and accept the task.
The business car booked by the hotel carried Fang Cheng and the other two, heading towards the Chen Family Mansion.
Inside the car, Lin Chuqiao took out two walnut-sized wooden pendants strung with red cords from her leather bag and handed one to Bai Ling.
The wooden carving had a warm texture, with a vividly carved closed-eye qilin on it, exuding a faint sandalwood scent.
"Sister Lin, what's this? It's so exquisite."
Bai Ling held it in her hand, examining it curiously.
"An amulet, I spent an entire day in East Capital making it."
Lin Chuqiao advised earnestly, "Keep it close to you, don't take it off."
With that, she handed the other pendant to Fang Cheng.
Seeing the hint of confusion in Fang Cheng's eyes, Lin Chuqiao explained:
