C125 He Can't Take Care of It

"Hello." Qin Xingcheng closed his eyes and touched his forehead.

"Mr. Qin, we have heard about it."

The air froze. Qin Xingcheng's black pupils suddenly opened and a cold light shot out.

"This necklace is indeed the same as Miss Wanwan's. We have checked the street videos of that year. Miss Wanwan should have stayed in Star City after selling that necklace."

"In other words