***
"Was the gift from Mr. Feng just now for you?"
Tan Xianmei exclaimed in astonishment.
Mai Xiaomai fell silent.
She really couldn't accept such an expensive gift from Feng Qinglang.
If it was Qiao Chutian who had given it to her, like the Ink Jade, though worth millions, she would have felt at peace accepting it.
Because he was her husband.
But Feng Qinglang was just a friend, and not even a particularly close one at that.
She wouldn't feel at ease accepting such a valuable gift; she would have to find an opportunity to return it to him.
"So many people are so good to you, Xiaomai, you're truly fortunate,"
After saying this, Tan Xianmei took a deep look at the black diamond in her hand and then returned to her seat.
Her hand holding the pen clenched tightly.
A hole was punctured fiercely through the paper on the table, and a drop of black ink fell, spreading out upon the white paper...
Just like her heart!