Sang Qian pulled Ji Chengzhou into his walk-in closet, opened the drawer, and took out the cufflink Mu Yiyao had given him, "Did I really lose it?"
Ji Chengzhou didn't expect that this was what she wanted to do. He regarded Mu Yiyao as nothing more than a friend, and while he could choose not to wear the gift from a friend, throwing it away was ultimately disrespectful.
But since she was so fixated on this cufflink, if it was lost, then it was lost.
"Alright."
Sang Qian walked to the window, opened it, and looked out at the lush green lawn, "Am I really throwing it away?"
Ji Chengzhou responded, "Hmm."
Sang Qian seriously looked at Ji Chengzhou for a few seconds, saw that his expression was calm, without a shred of reluctance or any other inappropriate emotions. She turned around and threw the cufflink in her hand out towards the lawn with force.
The tiny object flew through the air and disappeared into the grass in an instant.
