Unfortunately, Song Yinyin didn't notice. She retracted the red silk box, opened it, revealing the delicate red woven string inside, with a golden bead hanging on it.
The bead was clearly made of gold at a glance, even the weaving technique of the red string was more exquisite than the old woven string on Qiu Qianghai's wrist.
Qiu Qianghai was already in a manic state, seeing her open the red silk box and reveal the contents, his gaze became quite dangerous, even his handsome face turned terrifying.
He exuded a strong killing intent, Song Yinyin, so close to him, clearly sensed it.
When she tried to escape, her neck was already tightly grasped by a large hand.
Qiu Qianghai gripped her neck, easily lifting her up, his voice dangerously ominous: "Who told you to buy such a thing?!"
"Uh uh uh—"
Song Yinyin wanted to explain, but apart from making vague sounds, she couldn't utter any other words.
