In a room in the magistrate's office in the Iron City.
Ye Jin leaned on the table and carefully wiped the necklace her mother had left for her. The places that she had blackened with fire last night were already as bright as new. At this moment, she was using the small knife she carried with her to carefully clean the dirt in the joints and the small gaps.
Every segment of these metal rods was only the thickness of a chopstick and the length of a knuckle. It was definitely a huge task to completely clean them up.
Fortunately, Ye Jin had patience that didn't match her age. However, because she was too focused, she didn't even notice that Lin Ran was already standing behind her.
Seeing Ye Jin looking serious, Lin Ran suddenly felt a little bad.
In fact, he had casually made up such an "important task" just now to keep Ye Jin busy. He thought that Ye Jin was young and could be fooled easily, but he did not expect her to take it so seriously.