Luo Qiangwei looked down and indeed found her left ring finger bare. She furrowed her brows; she didn't remember intentionally taking it off. It must have slipped off accidentally during filming.
Mo Shiche stared at the slight wrinkle on her nose, his tone growing colder, "Luo Qiangwei, I'm talking to you."
Luo Qiangwei replied indifferently, "Oh, it probably fell off."
His brow furrowed deeply, "What do you mean, 'probably fell off'? Can't you speak properly?"
"Why are you being so fierce," she said with a lackadaisical laugh, not caring much, "Isn't a wedding ring just for show? It's not like it's anything important. If you're looking for a reason to pick on me, shouldn't you find something more significant?"
Mo Shiche's laugh was cold and low, "Luo Qiangwei, you've lost our wedding ring, and this is your attitude?"
