Su Xiaoxi felt so embarrassed, her cheeks turning bright red as she exclaimed, "Indecent!"
"Mmm... my dear, you're still so innocent," Zhang Miao chuckled.
"Don't mock me!"
Zhang Miao stood up, then smiled and said, "Little Xi, I'm heading back to the Yang family now. Oh, by the way, the wedding is after the New Year. Why don't you come to Yang's villa, and we can celebrate together?"
Su Xiaoxi thought for a moment, then shook her head: "I won't go. I'm afraid that when I see Gang, I'll feel very upset thinking about how I won't be able to extort him in the future."
"Uh..." Zhang Miao fell silent for a moment, then said lightly, "Alright, then I'll be leaving first."
"Bye."
"Bye."
"Wait a second!" Su Xiaoxi suddenly remembered something and hastily added.
"Hmm?"
Su Xiaoxi ran back into the house and when she came out, she had a ring in her hand.
It was indeed that beautifully antique ring engraved with wisteria, a symbol of the Yang family's heritage.
"This..."