She had a discerning eye and knew the value of the watch, but her thoughts didn't fluctuate too much. She just frowned slightly and pulled out a piece of paper from the bag with her fingers.
Accurately speaking, it was a card, the kind that was often stuffed under the hotel door.
Broad chest, long legs, thin waist, engaged in business.
Wen Xi glanced at it and wanted to throw it away with the watch, but didn't, just pursing her lips and flipping the card over.
——I know you didn't throw it away because you must recognize my handwriting. Yes, I'm that old acquaintance. I saw you in the bookstore yesterday, and it just so happened that I remembered today is your birthday. PS: The gift was just bought by me. As for why it's so crude without even a box, that's because it was originally meant for me to wear. After thinking about it, I decided to give it to you instead. Finally, happy birthday, silly Miss Wen~~
