Yu Jingrong could feel her blood rushing to her forehead as though she was about to burst, her eyes wide open in shock. What on earth was this Fat Huo up to?!
She swallowed, quickly explaining, "This is from Fat Huo, his daughter gave it!"
"Huh?" Li Chengyun responded, his voice a mere whisper. He was moving closer to her, his deep, lazy gaze never leaving her. It was as if he was seeing her and thinking at the same time.
Yu Jingrong felt uncomfortable under his gaze. Her every pore was exuding tension. She felt restless and serious.
"I don't know... what's happening. This... this is also from him." Yu Jingrong stammered inexplicably, then touched her necklace.
She really wanted to take it off, and she was about to do exactly that. She reached behind her neck to unhook the necklace.
But Li Chengyun stopped her. He calmly said, "If it's from Fat Huo, you'd better leave it on. Otherwise, he'll annoy you to death in the future."
