Pretty good.
Qin Jin's lips curved with a bitter, tangled smile.
"Don't go over and disturb them. Call someone to come pick them up and take them back."
"Okay, Mr. Qin."
The assistant didn't dare slack off and immediately took out his phone and dialed.
Qin Jin narrowed his eyes, staring all along at Gu Xiran, who was in Qin Song's arms. His gaze fell on the light purple ribbon on the woman's wrist fluttering in the wind, with tiny diamonds inlaid along it. It was beautiful.
Yesterday, when they got the dress, Gu Xiran had said that with so many diamonds, so dazzling, it'd be perfect to just take one off and make a diamond ring.
He hadn't expected that it would end up as a ribbon on her wrist instead.
Qin Jin's lips lifted in an empty arc as he slowly took the brocade box out of his pocket.
The brocade box had been gripped too tightly and was already a bit damaged.
But even so, Qin Jin still couldn't bring himself to throw the box away...
