He hissed, hands on hips: "I say, why are you so ungrateful? We used so much effort to find these, why do you only take one?"
Zhi'er sat in the chair, exuding a calm and gentle demeanor, looking at him composedly.
"Didn't you say I'm a prisoner, unqualified to choose anything else? One hairpin is enough for me, you can take the rest, thank you."
Zhu Yan really couldn't argue with her, so he could only carry the box back to the Demon Palace's main hall for his report.
"Lord Demon… I did my best, she only took one hairpin and didn't want anything else."
Feng Fuce was flipping through the Ancient Divine Book and raised his head upon hearing this: "Did you say something to her?"
Zhu Yan faltered: "I… I just spoke up for justice."
Feng Fuce withdrew his cold gaze: "Next time, keep your mouth shut, I asked you to deliver the items, not to speak to her."
Zhu Yan nodded silently: "Yes, Lord Demon."
At this moment.
