Zhuo Jian murmured softly, then walked around him and sat down next to him.
Fu Yanye looked down at her and asked, "Those three years abroad are forgivable, but now that you are back, how could you still be absent?"
"I'm a Zhuo! I will send gifts and blessings."
Before tomorrow night.
Zhuo Jian's hands moved behind her neck to unclasp the necklace.
Fu Yanye watched her gently place the necklace back into the box, his expression unconsciously turning colder.
"This necklace is too precious, I can't accept it,"
Zhuo Jian said.
"I said it's simply..."
"Just a drop in the ocean, I know you're rich, but why should I accept it?"
As Zhuo Jian was speaking, she closed the box, turned her head to glance at the bouquet of roses, and gently touched the petals with her fingers, saying, "I'll accept this bouquet of roses."
"Zhuo Jian!"
Fu Yanye gritted his teeth in anger.
"Are you still going to do it?"
Zhuo Jian looked up at him, her clear eyes full of serene pessimism.
