The writing was quite scratchy, which could be identified as a man's handwriting at first glance.
---- Tangtang, this is your stuff. Here you are. I'll be waiting for you at the west gate of your residential area at 7 p.m in the evening. The last three numbers of my license plate is 978.
The note was followed by a string of Arabic numbers, which should be the cell phone number.
"Who is this?" Shu Man's eyes were full of doubts. Looking at the necklace for a long time, she had no impression of it at all, nor did she really understand why the man sent a necklace here.
"Manman, is this your necklace?" Mrs. Shu also asked doubtfully, because she had never seen her daughter wearing such a necklace.
"No," Shu Man said.
After that, she put the necklace back in the box. She only had a few necklaces. One was bought by her mother, one by her ex-boyfriend, and another by her sister two days ago.
