Seeing the tense atmosphere, Lin Xiaoyue spoke up, "Sister Jing, Wen Wan is my friend, do not be rude."
The gaze clearly lingered on the hairpin in Lin Jingjing's hand.
She hadn't known Wen Wan as long as these two cousins, but she understood Wen Wan's temperament.
Such an introverted person, in ordinary circumstances, even if she saw her on the street, wouldn't proactively greet her, so how could she take the initiative to ask for the hairpin on her head to look at it?
Thinking of this, she added, "Since this hairpin was given to me, it is mine. I'm happy to let Wen Wan take a look, so just let her have a look. If she finds it attractive, it means you have good taste, and it's clearly something worth celebrating. Why are you tense?"
Lin Jingjing's fingers gradually tightened around the hairpin.
