"Read ink! This necklace is so beautiful. It really matches my ring. Ao Xue took out his engagement ring in his bag to test his reaction.

Ye Nianmo did not move nor say, but quietly looked at the fingertip necklace, eyebrows tightened, with a trace of soul. Behind him, there were cars honking loudly and sharply, but he seemed to have become an old monk, as if he and his necklace were the only ones left in the world.

The window was photographed, and a policeman C looked at the two people in the car with an inquiring eye. Ye Nianmo finally regained his eyesight, but his face was colder....