"Ye Zhan, these..."
Momo's gaze on Ye Zhan was filled with an indescribable strangeness.
She had always thought he was a proper gentleman.
She never imagined he'd actually keep that kind of thing in his drawer at home.
Watching the change in Momo's expression, Ye Zhan's eyes darkened as he took a step forward.
Momo instinctively took a step back.
"These aren't mine, they're Jinchen's."
Ye Zhan let out a soft sigh, his voice low and helpless.
"Tang Jinchen's?"
Surprise flashed in Momo's eyes. She frowned and stared at him.
"You thought they were mine?"
Ye Zhan's deep eyes narrowed halfway, and every word that slipped from his thin lips was exactly what she'd been guessing in her heart.
Momo's expression shifted slightly, her clear eyes flickering.
"Why would Tang Jinchen's stuff be at your place?"
Momo pressed her lips together and asked stiffly.
