Xiao Yuchuan looked at Su Qingyue with a moved expression, "Dear, I'm incompetent, but you've managed to win back the face I lost. Mr. Chang, did you hear that? If my wife hadn't let you off, you would have been dead by now."
Chang Haotian pulled out the silver needles from his lapel and handed them to a guard standing nearby.
The guard took the silver needles, looking confused, "Estate Owner?"
"What are you standing there for? Go find a clean cloth to wrap them up! If it weren't for the fact that I never carry a handkerchief, would I need you to do this?"
"Yes, Estate Owner." The guard fumbled around on his person and found a cloth to carefully wrap the silver needles.
Chang Haotian snatched the cloth-wrapped silver needles and put them in his sleeve pocket, "My life was almost lost; this silver needle shall be considered the first gift Miss Su has given me. I will cherish it well."
Su Qingyue coldly spat out a word, "Sick!"