Mo Siluo tugged the woman gently, making her sit on his lap, and while kneading her small hand, he replied, "If it's lost, then it's lost. Did you really plan to wear it for a lifetime? Such pretty little hands should be paired with a diamond ring, pick one out from the store when we get back."
Wen Wan hung her head, feeling somewhat discontented, "But that ring was significant as a memory."
"How about I make another one for you?" Mo Siluo suggested with a smile.
"Even if you made another one, it wouldn't be the original." Wen Wan's mood sank further.
"You women really are difficult to please." Rong Zifeng, who was on the side, couldn't bear to watch any longer, but after catching Mo Siluo's fierce gaze, he immediately turned away, "Alright, you two continue, just pretend I didn't see or hear anything."
