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Luo Qingwan looked at the old man. Such an old man had appeared in such a place, and was selling a hairpin that was not a hairpin. She had a strange feeling, and when she thought about it carefully, she didn't know what it was.

If he really wanted to sell a hairpin, it would be a street market. How many people could come to such a secluded alley?

More accurately speaking, this was not a hairpin