Jing Zhiyue longed to touch him with her hands. Although she had been by his side for many years, she had never truly touched him in the way a woman touches a man, and he did not like her touching him either.
Thinking about this, Jing Zhiyue's fists clenched unconsciously, her neatly trimmed fingernails nearly breaking.
No, as long as she worked hard, he would definitely see her good qualities because only she was worthy of him.
She was certain of it!
Suddenly, Jing Zhiyue's gaze fixed, and she turned her head to look at Mo Tang, asking in a deep voice, "Has someone been in here?!"
Mo Tang was startled, "How could that be?!"
A chill flickered across Jing Zhiyue's beautiful features, "President Mo's Buddha Beads are missing!"