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"Can you ask Zhao Zhuo to give me that necklace?"
This question had circled around in Sang Qian's mind, but she still hadn't voiced it; she knew that as long as Ji Chengzhou would ask, Zhao Zhuo would definitely present it with both hands.
But would he take the initiative for her sake?
She wasn't confident.
To be precise, she felt he wouldn't.
In his heart, she probably was just a bad woman who stubbornly refused to divorce, shamelessly climbed into his bed time and time again.
"It's okay, I'll try again." Sang Qian put down the pistol, wiped the sweat from her palms, then picked up the pistol again, only this time her hand shook uncontrollably.
In her sights, the face of her mother unexpectedly appeared.
Seeing that Sang Qian had still not fired, and that her grip on the pistol was getting tighter, Ji Chengzhou called her name, "Sang Qian."
He called out, and she turned her head, her anxiety clearly visible in the depths of her eyes.
"Come here."
