"Fake? No way, it looks pretty real to me!"
"Exactly, can counterfeits even reach this level nowadays?"
"If it's really a fake, I'd like to buy one too..."
"But giving a fake gift to an elder, that's just too rude!"
...
Around Meng Haishan, voices of shock rose continuously; no one could believe it.
Meng Haishan's expression immediately darkened, a look of "I knew it" on his face.
He snapped the watch box shut with a "snap" and tossed it onto the table nearby.
"This isn't fake!"
Lin Weiwei regained her senses from the astonishment and hurriedly defended herself.
"Really, can you afford it? You, a little waitress who serves tea and runs errands at Zhongjing Media—frankly speaking, what's the difference between you and a maid!" Meng Bing spat out the words, not giving her any face at all.
She hated Lin Weiwei; she had hated her since they were children!
This country bumpkin lived in their house, ate their food, was obedient and did well in studies.
