In Ji Youran's hand was a string of beads, a string of sandalwood beads, one hundred and eight of them, each one full.

"What ...... happened to this bead?" Xiao looked at it before raising her head in confusion.

"Mother, take it over and take a look!" Ji Youran handed the sandalwood beads in her hands to Xiao's hands.

Xiao took it and squeezed it with her hand, although sandalwood was precious, it was nothing rare for a family like theirs.

"What does this ...... ...