Sheng Qiangwei carefully observed the pendant for a long time, then her shining eyes glanced back at Feng Yi, constantly staring... She never thought Feng Yi would actually appeal to girls. Had he finally caught on? She did not notice that her thinking was somewhat abnormal.
After all, Sheng Qiangwei is overwhelming, and after being stared at for so long, even Sir Feng began to feel uncomfortable. Perhaps you didn't care about such things because of alcohol. Feng Yi turned to respond to Sheng Qiangwei with bold eyes.
Seemingly realizing something, Sheng Qiangwei hurriedly moved back, saying: "Is... is it for me?"
"It doesn't matter if you don't want it."
"Well, if that is the case, I, your lady, will reluctantly accept it." Sheng Qiangwei said this but did not look at Feng Yi at all. Instead, she extended her delicate hand, in an ambiguous fashion, as if she didn't care if she got it or not.
Well, he just had to hand it over.
