Ma Zhihao didn't hide it, nodded, and said: "Yes!"
Erya looked into the bag again, and there was also a tie inside.
She took out the tie and played with it in her hands: "The tie, is it yours?"
Ma Zhihao's gaze was deep, staring straight at Erya's forcibly smiling face: "Yes, girl, but I really have nothing with her."
Luo Chunxiao felt a sharp pain in her heart upon hearing this.
He might not like her, but shouldn't humiliate her like this!
She stepped forward, tearing open her collar, glaring furiously at Ma Zhihao: "Nothing? You say these are nothing?!"
Erya and Ma Zhihao's eyes turned to Luo Chunxiao's neck.
Erya's gaze tightened.
Ma Zhihao's eyes were cold.
Luo Chunxiao rolled up her sleeves again, stretched out her arms in front of them.
She looked coldly at Ma Zhihao, who showed no expression: "I thought you were a responsible man; I didn't expect you to be so trashy."
