"What I think has nothing to do with you."
Retorting firmly, Yan Xiaye lowered her eyes to look at the teacup in her hand, too lazy to spare Li Beicheng even a glance: "That's my answer, the pocket watch won't be given to you, you can leave now."
Li Beicheng's handsome face instantly darkened, exchanging an imperceptible look with Shen Aili.
Shen Aili had long been displeased with Yan Xiaye and immediately began rummaging through her room, purposefully targeting the jewelry box on her dressing table, opening it carelessly to inspect its contents.
"Mrs. Shen, who allowed you to touch my things?"
Not expecting the other party to be so excessive, Yan Xiaye frowned and spoke up: "Put it down, or I will call the police!"
Other jewelry aside, there was also a valuable brooch in there, a gift from Li Yuntang.
She didn't think Mrs. Shen would do something as vile as stealing, but that brooch held extraordinary significance for her, and she didn't want anyone to touch it lightly.
