As Qi Shaoze spoke, a cold fury swept over Huo Sicheng, sharp as a knife, seemingly ready to tear Qi Shaoze apart.
Gu Qingcheng, looking at the necklace in the gift box, felt the intense and domineering aura emanating from Huo Sicheng.
She didn't need to look at him to feel his piercing gaze fixed on her.
Seizing the opportunity, Qi Shaoze softly asked Gu Qingcheng, "Shall I put it on for you?"
It was a perfect chance to spite Huo Sicheng, and he couldn't let it slip away.
When he put the necklace on Gu Qingcheng, he could already imagine Huo Sicheng seething with rage yet forced to feign calmness.
But then, Gu Qingcheng gently took off the necklace she was wearing from around her neck.
