"Take it." Ye Qingfeng spoke again.
"No, there's no need." Ling Yanchen shook her head.
This sentence was half out of deference, as this jade pendant was clearly very precious and she couldn't accept it. The other half was due to fear, a fear of Ye Qingfeng.
"Alright."
Ye Qingfeng let go directly. With a "clang," the jade pendant fell to the ground, producing a crisp sound and breaking into two pieces.
"Brother Feng, what are you doing, such a precious thing!" Ling Yanchen hurriedly crouched down, trying to pick up the jade pendant.
Even though she didn't know the jade pendant, just by its luster, color, and transparency, she knew it definitely wasn't an ordinary one.
He actually directly shattered the jade pendant, how reckless.
Ling Yanchen felt heartache beyond measure. A poor girl like her had struggled so hard to treat her father's illness, so seeing Ye Qingfeng act like this, naturally, she felt immensely distressed.
