Mo Zhiyun took out a red velvet box from her bag and placed it on the desk. &Quot; return it to its rightful owner. &Quot;
Shen qingbai saw the ring box on the table and a flash of sadness appeared in his eyes. He pursed his thin lips and did not say anything.
&Quot; I'm very sorry about what happened to Wang manzhi, but I will never accept you blaming me for her death. &Quot;
Her bright eyes were clear and calm. &Quot; I was also a victim in that car accident. I have no obligation to be the object of your venting and bear your revenge. &Quot;
"I know," Shen qingbai cleared his throat and squeezed out three words with difficulty.
&Quot; Shen qingbai, thank you for helping me stand up again. Thank you for taking care of me during this period of time. &Quot; She spoke again, without anger or even blame.
