Yijun chuckled softly, not speaking, and sat down beside Song Lingling.
A masculine aura swept over, making Song Lingling uncomfortable, so she shuffled slightly further away.
She turned to the side, her eyes blatantly showing dislike as she looked at Yijun: "Please, can you stop bothering me?"
"That iron casket is mine," Yijun tilted his head, his demeanor incredibly poised.
"Yours?" Song Lingling found the statement amusing, yet she couldn't bring herself to laugh.
That casket had been with her for twelve years, and now he emerges, claiming it as his?
He had his sights set on her casket from the beginning, and now he says it's his—this man's face is truly thick-skinned!
Yijun nodded slightly, looking at Song Lingling with a calm expression: "Yes, mine."
"You're really strange—you keep saying you paid money for it, and now you claim it's yours."
"Twelve years ago, you picked it up near the cemetery, right?"
Startled, Song Lingling looked at Yijun in surprise.
