Su Zhishui's brows instantly relaxed, and she revealed a sweet smile, "Brother Yue Ming, thank you, I'm so happy, Mi Yao, you don't need to return the anklet, Brother Yue Ming already said it's not valuable, so just keep it as a memento."
A memento?
More like a nightmare.
Mi Yao stood up, "I'm going to the restroom."
...
Inside the restroom.
Mi Yao crouched down and carefully felt around the anklet, but she still couldn't find the clasp. What was going on?
With no clasp, how had Feng Yueming been able to put the anklet on her ankle?
Damn it!
She really wanted to take off this anklet and return it to Feng Yueming.
Mi Yao turned on the tap, splashed some cold water on her face, and then she turned and walked out.
After turning a corner, Mi Yao saw two familiar figures in the corridor.
These two figures would stand out even if they weren't familiar; both were tall and striking, naturally attracting attention.
