She did like it, but An Zhiyi didn't want to let Zhou Muchi go so easily.
An Zhiyi felt unhappy when she thought of how he punished her for trivial matters when she was a child. Now that she had finally caught Zhou Muchi's pigtails, how could An Zhiyi let him go so easily.
"You promised me that you would give me the necklace I was interested in, and then give me a gift that would satisfy me, but you only completed half of it."
Zhou Tuchi's voice was deep: "Then what do you want to do?"
An Zhiyi blinked, touched the ruby with her index finger, and muttered: "You also missed my birthday party."
Zhou Muchi looked at her and said nothing, as if waiting for An Zhiyi to say everything she wanted to say, but his brows furrowed slightly, but in An Zhiyi's eyes, there was a hint of impatience.
An Zhiyi raised his brows and stood up immediately: "Brother Zhou, since you are busy, there is no need to deal with me. We are not in the same circle anyway."
It was as if he was begging Zhou Mu to come late. He was not apologetic at all and was very impatient.
An Zhiyi snorted and saw Zhou Muchi's frown deepening, and said coldly: "But I still want to thank Brother Zhou for the favor. Now that the birthday party is over, I won't keep you."
She pinched a corner of the dress and was about to leave, but Zhou Tuzhi moved faster than her. The necklace was spread out in front of her, and Zhou Tuzhi blocked her way: "Try without bringing it with you?"
"No need." An Zhi pointed to the necklace that Zhou Ji threw on the table and said in a deep voice, "That's the necklace I'm interested in."
The ruby was covered with a light layer of dust, making its luster even duller.
Although Zhou Tuchi did not attend An Zhiyi's birthday party, he still knew about the necklace and said in a very calm tone: "What you like may not be suitable."
"Then it's even more inappropriate if you're late."
An Zhiyi hated Zhou Tuchi's preaching attitude to her, and she didn't know what she wanted to do. No matter whether Zhou Twichi apologized to her or not, An Zhiyi couldn't be happy.
She knew the root cause was not with Zhou Twichi, but she just couldn't control it.
The eldest daughter of the An family is arrogant and domineering, and will not give face to anyone, especially now.
"An Zhiyi." Zhou Muchi rubbed his painful eyebrows and said helplessly, "Don't put other people's anger on me."
"You won't let me leave, and you won't let me get angry, so what do you want to do?"
An Zhiyi glanced at the time, then raised her foot and kicked the high stool. She was wearing high heels and kicked the stool with such force that her whole center of gravity was unsteady.
An Zhiyi braced her body that was about to fall, and sat down on the high stool she had kicked with a pale face.
An Zhiyi lifted up a corner of her skirt, revealing her ankles which were rapidly turning red. The grievance in her heart was infinitely magnified.
A very low sigh came from above the head, and a large shadow enveloped An Zhiyi's body, and then the shadow squatted down.
"It's a little serious."
The slightly cold fingertips fell on her white ankle, and then she pressed lightly. An Zhiyi raised her foot and kicked it over. The ends of her eyes were a little red: "It hurts!"
Zhou Muchi held her ankle to prevent her from being embarrassed: "How do you want to go now?"
An Zhiyi gritted his teeth: "I have a driver."
"When I came, I didn't see your driver." Zhou Tuchi said calmly: "At least not at the door."
An Zhiyi's body froze.
She took the phone to confirm, but within a few seconds, the phone slammed upside down on the table.
An Zhiyi's face looked a little ugly.
An Ran's employer actually called her driver away. Do people all over the world have to surround An Ran?
no!
An Ran just wanted to drive away everyone around her. Whether it was Zhou Ji or the driver, An Ran would not let anyone go!
An Zhiyi took a deep breath. Her anger was greater than her pain. She spent a lot of effort to control herself so as not to lose her composure in front of Zhou Muchi.
A stiff smile opened at Zhou Muchi: "Brother Zhou, do you have time now?"
Zhou Muchi's lips curved slightly: "Look at you."
