Yang Dong watched as Yang Daniu walked into the brothel.
He shook his head. This Yang Daniu, living in the same village, he knew him pretty well.
At twenty-five, he frittered away his days doing nothing, eating, and drinking, to the point that his household was nearly unable to make ends meet.
His mother at home was almost starving, yet he ignored it and came here to solicit prostitutes.
Who knows where he got that silver hairpin from.
He did get a glimpse of that silver hairpin and remembered it clearly because it looked exactly like the one he bought for Yang Xiaocui.
What a coincidence?
But on second thought, it probably wasn't Xiaocui's. Xiaocui should have hidden it away a long time ago, she wouldn't even let her mother know, afraid that her mother would sell it. How could she let Yang Daniu take it?
That hairpin wasn't the only one; it might have been bought by someone else and Yang Daniu snatched it up on the street!
