Don't touch me

Observing her minute movements, Xi Mu Cheng did not expose her. Instead, he looked at her tightly clenched fist and asked, "What are you holding in your hand?"

"My bracelet broke."

At the end of her sentence, Xia Xiaoxiao's voice lowered, and it could be heard that she was not in a good mood. Actually, she didn't know why this bracelet broke. She had worn this bracelet for 20 years and there was always a crack in the middle, but it had always been fine. It was as if ever since she met Xi Mu City, her bracelet had never been broken.

He subconsciously glanced at the man beside him. Although his words weren't clear, the meaning was clear.

Xi Mu Cheng waved his hands, "It's not me."

"I know …"

He also knew that with his personality, it was impossible for him to not admit it if he really destroyed her item. Since he said no, then it definitely wasn't him.