Thinking of the piglet she gave him today, her heart surged with emotions; she asked with a smile, "A rabbit hairpin? Where did it come from?"
"Got it from the company," Mo Xun replied truthfully.
"The company has these nice things too?" Tang Zhiluo examined the hairpin in her palm closely—it was really shiny and of high quality, "This is really pretty."
Hearing her say that, his frustration from not being able to put on the hairpin earlier dissipated. He looked at her and said, "Yes, the company has a lot of this kind of hairpin. If you like it, I can get a couple more for you next time."
"Does it cost money?"
"No need." It indeed didn't cost anything; Mo Xun wasn't lying, it was an unsold sample.
Tang Zhiluo, smiling, said, "It looks really nice."
Even though it was free, her husband bringing it back for her proved that she was on his mind, and that made her very happy.