The brilliant lights of the mall poured down, on the clean marble floor, those scattered, variously sized, small pearls, under He Qing's palm, were as if caught in a small whirlwind.
One by one, following a spiral path, converging under He Qing's palm from under the counters, from beneath the customers' feet, from the light yellow floor with irregular patterns. It was as if her hand was a large magnet, and the pearls gathering from all directions were like iron.
In no time, those scattered pearls on the floor densely formed a small mound. Although this "mound" was very small, could be held by both hands, just looking at it was astonishing enough.
The crowd gaped, futilely saying "ah ah..." unable to speak for a while.
At this moment, everyone slowly focused their gaze on He Qing—Mingming was such an ordinary little girl!
He Qing still held the invisible "troublemaker" with one hand, and at this moment, she stepped closer to Li Lanhua.
