Butong looked down at her eyes, and there was a flash of surprise. Isn't this the wedding ring she was robbed by the taxi driver last time in Milan?

"how could it be here?" Butong could not help asking.

"I said that I wanted to make a new pair, but you said that rings can't be changed casually. It will be unlucky if I change them, so I have to find them back..." the man's tone was full of doting, while he said that he put the ring on the ring finger of the girl's left hand, lowered his head and kissed her hand, and said softly in a low...