In the end, Heng Yi still hung the pouch on his waist, together with the one Han Qiao gave him.
It looked nondescript.
When he arrived at the government office, everyone immediately noticed this pouch.
"Heng Yi, who gave this to you? It looks quite exquisite."
"My daughters gave it to me. They just learned needlework not long ago." Heng Yi was still a little proud as he told them.
Although it didn't look good hanging on his belt, he also felt that it was quite nice.
It was not because of the purse itself, but rather because of the meaning and intention behind it.
But he couldn't say what it was.
"I'm so jealous."
Someone had already looked up Heng Yi's background.
Everyone knew that his wife was three years older than him and had three daughters.