Baili Xia genuinely didn't need this; she had no desire for such things.
Moreover, as she thought, even if she owned it, she wouldn't dare to wear it.
If she took it home, its final destination would inevitably be a drawer, or if she's lucky, a safe.
Locking it up in a safe would be a tremendous waste, but even if she had the guts, she wouldn't dare to wear it outside.
Giving it to her would be a waste.
Compared to luxurious things like this, she valued inner beauty more.
Not far away, Ning Anran was gripping her napkin so tightly it was about to be crushed.
She thought Mr. Xiaojiu never cared about such minor details; he was Mr. Xiaojiu, so high above, so uniquely noble.
When he wanted a woman, he had no need to flatter.
He just needed to beckon with his finger, and Baili Xia should immediately pounce into his arms like a lapdog.
No woman was worth Mr. Xiaojiu's effort; none of them were!
Yet now, to buy a necklace for Baili Xia, Mr. Xiaojiu actually spent a fortune!
