Qingfeng turned around and looked at her as if he did not understand. "I don't understand, Miss Su. What do you mean by that?"
Su Mingyu smiled, and took out the extremely ugly purse from her bosom. "This thing was discovered by Young Master Qingfeng when he left my courtyard. I think that it should only have been left behind by you, but I don't know if my guess is correct."
Qingfeng's gaze suddenly became sharp when Su Mingyu took out the bag, "Give it back to me!"
As he spoke, Qingfeng reached out to grab it, but Su Mingyu took a step back with her bag and dodged Qingfeng's hand.
Seeing this, Qingfeng's palm turned into a claw and grabbed Su Mingyu's hand. Su Mingyu's wrist flipped so fast it was precise and ruthless. With a slap to Qingfeng's forearm, she directly pushed Qingfeng back two steps.