"You sure do call your mother quite affectionately," Fan Huang said.
"Of course I do."
Yu Jingting's thick skin left Suizi in awe, even with a touch of envy – wasn't he feeling pressured by Fan Huang at all?
"Did your mother tell you…" Fan Huang opened the box, saw the familiar object inside, and let out a slight smile.
"Didn't she tell you that this was a gift from me?"
"..." Suizi was stunned.
So, she just picked the cheapest-looking one, and it turned out to be a gift from him?
She was witnessing her social death in full swing...she suddenly regretted coming here.
"At that time, I gave her three. This one should be the smallest," Fan Huang said.
He was only a step away from saying outright that it was the "least valuable".
Unexpectedly finding herself in this situation, Suiz's words stuck in her throat as she didn't know what to say.
"Well, isn't this a coincidence?"
At such a crucial moment, Yu Jingting's quick reaction was key.
