Faced with Hua Jieyu's impending eruption of anger, Chí Jīn remained entirely oblivious. He even absentmindedly bent his knuckles to calculate the days.
Ah... it should be about ready by the time this small competition ends.
The golden silk threads gleamed when they caught the light, and Chí Jīn had long since bought up all of that season's output of golden silk thread to sew the hem of Ruan Wei's peacock fairy dress.
Chapter 252