A necklace strung from a ten-thousand-year-old meteorite...
This is a gift full of sincerity. Regardless of its price, it holds great collectible value and reflects Liu Fei'er's careful preparation.
"Such a precious thing, huh... Well... Thank you, Fei'er, come on in, let's chat inside."
Murong Fei ignored Qin Tian and instead laughed and chatted with Liu Fei'er as they walked straight into the living room.
Qin Tian felt neglected, but it was the happiest he'd ever felt being ignored.
It seemed like Murong Fei and Liu Fei'er had a good impression of each other. That was wonderful.
Once inside the living room, Murong Fei enthusiastically chatted with Liu Fei'er about everything under the sun. Qin Tian was just a spectator, never joining in.
Their topics ranged from business to acting to beauty and makeup. Throughout, Qin Tian didn't get a word in.
However, around five o'clock, Murong Fei suddenly stopped talking with Liu Fei'er and looked at Qin Tian.
