Ye Jing let out a cold smile and took out another square sandalwood box. Pointing at the thirteen silver needles inside, thinner than her fingers, she said, "Then explain to me again, what are these thirteen things",He's just a bumpkin, and he dares to say that Ning Qingxue would be his wife if she were willing to put up with him,Ning Qingxue bit her lip, annoyance flashing in her eyes. "Without money, he can't even survive in Nanjiang. I bet you anything, within three days, he'll come crawling back to me."。