Didn't he especially go back to look for it?
Could it be that the smoke was too strong that day, that he couldn't find it?
Jian Yiyi felt relieved at this thought. She smiled in understanding. "That's true. The fire was so fierce and the villa was filled with smoke. Understandably, you wouldn't be able to find it."
"It's okay. If you lost that one, so be it. I'll give you another one later." Jian Yiyi looked at the silver-gray pen in Lin Yi's hand. "Do you still like Guoyou fountain pens?"
Jian Yiyi's voice was gentle and soft. However, Lin Yi was confused, and he felt that Jian Yiyi was noisy.
His handsome brows subconsciously furrowed, and Lin Yi impatiently said, "Can you be quiet for a while?"
Jian Yiyi: "…"
Even if she didn't want to admit it, it was not hard to see Lin Yi's anger. Jian Yiyi pursed her lips and looked at Lin Yi, aggrieved.
