"How did this watch end up with you? Do you know where my mother is?" Wen Zhiyao became agitated instantly, heartache surged through her at the thought of Jian Xinlian suffering somewhere.
Jian Keyan's wrist turned red from Wen Zhiyao's firm grip. She immediately tried to push Wen Zhiyao's hand away, but the latter's grip was remarkably strong, leaving her efforts fruitless.
"You lunatic, let go of my hand. I don't understand what you're talking about." She had taken the watch from her mother; she thought it was lovely and decided to wear it.
What did this have to do with Jian Xinlian?
"Unless you tell me the story behind this watch today, I'm not going to let you go." Wen Zhiyao swiftly took off the watch and held it in her hand.
This was a gift from her father to her mother, a present she had cherished so much she never left it aside.
Now that it was in the hands of a stranger, Wen Zhiyao held herself accountable for not being vigilant about the people around her.
