Wen Ran glanced down at the necklace around his neck and said indifferently, "This necklace, my brother gave it to me."
"Ah, Miss Wen, hasn't Young Master Mo ever given you anything? You're not wearing a ring on your finger, if Young Master Mo hadn't said it, no one would know that you two are husband and wife."
Cheng Jia made an exaggerated expression, her eyes fixed intently on Wen Ran's slender and fair fingers, each one bare without a ring.
Wen Ran's eyes flickered, and then she raised an eyebrow smiling, nonchalantly saying, "The ring is just a symbol. When he's willing to introduce me as his wife, that's good enough for me."
The smile on Cheng Jia's face froze when she heard this. Wen Ran's seemingly relaxed joke sounded quite harsh to Cheng Jia's ears. She pursed her lips and changed the subject.
