She closely examined the anklet and then looked up, "Tell me, who gave you this?"
Duan Fei didn't answer, instead retorting, "Is it any of your business?"
"I'm asking you, just who gave it to you!" Feng Yuan raised her voice.
Duan Fei pursed her lips, "A man gave it to me."
Feng Yuan's eyes swirled with confusion, "Which man? What's his name?"
Duan Fei turned away, "If you like it so much, why don't you take it and wear it..."
But suddenly her wrist was grasped.
In her anger, Feng Yuan's fingernails dug painfully into her flesh.
"Have you lost your mind?" Duan Fei struggled in pain.
"I'm asking you..." Feng Yuan was going mad, "Was it Rong Moyong who gave you this?"
Duan Fei's gaze froze, and she stopped struggling.
She could never have imagined that Feng Yuan would guess it right off the bat.
Upon seeing her expression, Feng Yuan's entire body almost collapsed instantly, she simply could not believe her own guess, but—
