Tan Mo lifted her face like a proud peacock, a smug smile playing on her lips. "Don't you get it? You're no longer qualified to wear this necklace."
For Tan Mo, the seventy million necklace was worth little now; she was destined to become a major star with limitless prospects. Why bother with a necklace?
Yet this necklace served to both provoke Yi Jiao and please Nian Duoduo, making it quite valuable.
Yi Jiao was fuming, mentally exploding in every direction. The necklace had somehow transferred into Tan Mo's hands—did that mean the person who fought her for the necklace was Tan Mo's patron?
"Who exactly gave you this necklace?"
Nian Duoduo raised her eyebrows, looking at Yi Jiao. "Don't you understand? Can't you distinguish the voice even a little?"
Her lips curled into a sinister smile, her eyes fixed on Yi Jiao, seemingly mocking her, or perhaps flaunting.
