Yue Qingqing gestured for Old Qian to take off the bead bracelet, and Old Qian hesitated for a moment.
"Young lady, I can't let anyone else handle this bracelet."
Yue Qingqing smiled, "Even if you give it to me, I won't take it, just put it on the table."
The bracelet was placed on the table, its black beads somber and dignified.
Each bead was plump and round, and even those unfamiliar with such things could guess they were pricey.
The surface was coated with a layer of lustrous sheen, clearly showing Qian Zhengxin's fondness, as he often played with and admired the beads in his hand.
Yue Qingqing tapped the table lightly, without much force.
Yet the dishes and bracelet on the table gave a slight jump.
It wasn't until this moment that Qian Zhengxin truly believed in Yue Qingqing's extraordinary abilities.
Yue Qingqing enveloped the entire string of beads in Spiritual Energy, an opaque milky halo surrounding the ink-black beads, invisible to the common eye.
