She nodded and asked again, "Why?"
Lu Shifeng replied, "It's a reward. You've done very well during this time."
She was speechless, so that's how it is. She resisted the impulse to throw the ring at his face. What reward? This man really is arrogantly shameless! However, she dared not offend him, so she had to feign a smile and put it on.
The ring, as smooth and lustrous as jade, made her skin look like jade too—fine, fair, and striking.
Lu Shifeng took her hand, studying it carefully. "Xie Jian said your skin is fair, so wearing white jade would be perfect, and indeed it is."
She was puzzled, "Xie Jian?"
"He's the man who helped you when you were hit by a car, my secretary."
She recalled the man in a black suit, just like Lu Shifeng, wearing the same expressionless face. No wonder they were superior and subordinate.
She mocked him inwardly, thought for a moment, and asked again, "Did he choose this ring?"
