Mrs. Lan Xiang didn't speak but gently touched her chest.
At the time, she hadn't given it much thought; she just felt that the necklace suited Jiang Man perfectly.
Now that she had calmed down, she realized her action was indeed somewhat bizarre.
Had she really given an item she had treasured for years to a stranger?
"She saved my life; it's just a necklace, nothing more,"
Madame Lan Xiang said indifferently.
The butler said no more.
After thinking it over, he agreed.
The situation just now was extremely serious; one person held a knife to the lady's throat, while another attacked from behind.
If it hadn't been for Jiang Man and Lu Xingzhou, the lady's chances of survival would have been slim.
…
When Jiang Man found Lu Xingzhou, he was walking out of a room, leisurely wiping his hands and tossing a used hot towel into the trash.
His movements were graceful and unhurried.
Jiang Man glanced at the towel in the trash; it had blood on it.
