C222 Humiliation

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An exquisite small box slowly rolled in front of Ruan Mizheng's feet.

She stiffly squatted down, picked up the box, and slowly opened it.

It was a tie.

It was black.

Ruan Mizheng stretched out her hand and used her fingers to slowly stroke the lines on it. The fabric and the pupils gradually had a trace of focus.

This was Shaang Weiyuan's.

Shaang Weiyuan's..