The hairstylist carefully took the hair clip and sighed, "Oh my God! Is this the hair clip from the Vacation auction?"
Gu Qimiao was stunned, obviously unaware of the hair clip's origin.
Judging by the hairstylist's reaction, it wasn't cheap, and it was from an auction, wasn't it? Aren't the items at auctions usually astronomical in price?
Fang Shaobei saw Gu Qimiao's dazed look and said to the hairstylist, "We're in a hurry."
The hairstylist quickly stopped his exclamation and fastened the hair clip to the back of her head, in the direction the braid extended.
Fang Shaobei took out a necklace from another box and placed it on her. He looked at her in the mirror and was very satisfied.
"Let's go."
After half an hour, the car still hadn't stopped. Gu Qimiao, feeling a bit nervous, asked, "What kind of gathering is it? Are there many people? What kind of people will be there?"
He only replied, "You'll know when we get there."
"How much longer until we arrive?"
