Nie Xi finished her cola—took out an exquisite gift box—and placed it on the table. "Alright, I should go. Nie Heng would be lonely after giving his sweetheart the gift." Her tone was indifferent, as if she didn't care at all. "This gift is an apology. I shouldn't have hidden the matter between Nie Heng and me from you. Also, congratulations on your promotion. You're not allowed to reject it."
Just as Xing Shu was about to refuse, she saw Nie Xi shoot her a look. "Nie Heng has already given away a wristwatch worth tens of millions of dollars. Why would he care about this chump change? Her tone sounded carefree, but Xing Shu could still detect a hint of self-disgust.
