Mu Jiyun did not say anything this time, but looked at her indifferently, and finally took her into his arms. He sighed helplessly. When he met such a strong master, no matter his identity or personality, he could only admit it.

"Does this matter to you?" Mu Jiyun whispered softly, but her eyes had always fallen on the necklace she was looking at and wondered what significance it had for her little wife.

"Well! That's my mother's stuff, so I have to get it." Ouyang Ruixi's eyes are as firm as ever. Anyway, she is bound to get it.

"What, it's Mom's stuff, how can it appear on the auction...