In the end, Long Zhen still compensated the film crew with 200,000 yuan, which was all the savings she had, leaving her penniless now.
Feng Ji followed her with a displeased face, muttering, "I already said there's no need to compensate."
He didn't steal the ring, so why should he compensate?
"Don't worry, you don't have to pay back that money."
Long Zhen stopped in her tracks and glanced back at the person behind her, then took the initiative to hold his hand, only to find that his hands were very cold. Feng Ji subconsciously wanted to break free, but unfortunately, he couldn't break free at all.
"You are my beloved concubine, understand?"
"What beloved concubine? I'm not."
Feng Ji was feeling extremely conflicted, with his ears still blushing, keeping his head down as if he didn't want people to see the birthmark on his face.
"The birthmark on your face is the best proof. The you from the past also had a birthmark, but it disappeared later on."
