Lu Xiangtian saw Zhao Youlin's face suddenly turning extremely pale as soon as he finished speaking. His eyes turned slightly cold as he tentatively called out, "Ms. Zhao, Ms. Zhao."
Zhao Youlin seemed to have woken up from a dream. She subconsciously took two steps back. Suddenly, she didn't know how to face this person.
"What... What's wrong?"
Lu Xiangtian only thought that she was playing dumb. His face darkened slightly. He said coldly, "Ms. Zhao, I've already told you what you want to know. Now, can you thank me for missing my late wife and return that necklace to me?"
"Return it?" Zhao Youlin subconsciously retorted, "Even if that necklace is really your late wife's legacy, that necklace belongs to me now. I'll repeat the same thing. I like that necklace very much and I'm not going to give it to anyone. Please don't make this awkward."
