Sir, This is Yours

Fu Tingyu let go of his bag and thought back to the photo. The scarf was in the drawer of the dressing table in the bedroom.

She didn't give it to anyone, and it wasn't in her bag...

The scarf should still be in the drawer.

Fu Tingyu suddenly stood up and walked out of the study.

Shi Yan glanced at the bag on the desk. He was relieved that Fu Tingyu had not found anything else.

He glanced at the closed door of the adjoining lounge, sighed, and set off in pursuit.

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Fu Tingyu pushed open the bedroom door and turned on the light. The dark bedroom instantly lit up as if it were daytime.

He walked up to the dresser, opened the third drawer on the left, and saw the red scarf lying in there.

His dark eyes surged with anger and jealousy at the thought of his wife knitting a scarf for another man.