"Junior Brother Luo, who is that hairpin for?"
Fang Han asked, his tone teasing.
At his words, Luo Yuntian froze for a moment. He then nonchalantly tucked the Brocade Box into his robes, avoiding Fang Han's gaze.
"I just bought it on a whim."
His voice was flat, but it held a hint of imperceptible evasiveness.
"On a whim? I don't believe you."
Fang Han chuckled and pressed on.
Luo Yuntian coughed lightly and turned his gaze outside, as if watching the pedestrians on the street. He only managed a vague reply.
"Erm… I really did just buy it on a whim."
Seeing him so flustered and evasive, Fang Han couldn't help but find it amusing.
'So the usually serious Luo Yuntian has a side like this, too.'
Just as he was about to tease him a bit more, a clear bell chimed, and several figures walked in.
It was a group of young women in their twenties, all fashionably dressed and each with a unique air about them.
