"If you don't like it, forget it. I'll return it tomorrow."
"You dare!"
Mo Nanjue's face darkened suddenly, and he forcefully grabbed her wrist, his tone unexpectedly fierce, "Try returning one and see?!"
"It hurts——" The man clearly used a lot of strength, and Tong Ran frowned in pain, crying out, "Mo Nanjue, are you trying to break my hand?!"
The man snorted coldly, "If you dare say another word about returning it, I'll break the hands and feet of all the jewelry store clerks."
Although he said that, his grip on her hand still loosened.
Tong Ran also snorted coldly, and kicked out at his waist side, "Since you don't like it anyway, does it matter if I return it or not? Are you really that covetous of the money?"
"Give it to me!"
Tong Ran shrank back, "What?"
"The ring."
"What do you want it for?" She lifted the hand holding the box backward, "Didn't you say you don't like it?"
"I told you to give it to me!"