"Silver coins are not a must, but…" Duan Rong's gaze swept over Zhu Xiaoqi's right foot, hesitating for a moment.
"But what…"
"I see Xiaoqi, you're wearing a silver bracelet on your foot, can I borrow it for a look?"
Upon hearing this, Zhu Xiaoqi's face instantly blushed, and she looked at Duan Rong with a peculiar expression.
That look couldn't be more obvious!
It was the suspicion of whether Duan Rong was a fetishist pervert!
Duan Rong waved his hands repeatedly and explained: "Don't misunderstand! My mother used to have a similar silver bracelet, I just want to take a look…"
As Duan Rong spoke, he lowered his head, seeming deeply grieved.
After all, Duan Rong has lived two lives; when it comes to lying, not only does he have a whole set of skills, but he's also long learned to maintain composure without a heartbeat, speaking quite sincerely!
Zhu Xiaoqi's heart was indeed touched; the silver bracelet on her foot was also left to her when her mother died.
