C17 The Truth

"Is this necklace truly from you?"

Su Miao eyed him with skepticism. "But when I called to confirm with you last time, why didn't you own up to it? Instead, you sold me a counterfeit for 490,000."

Wei Mingdong felt a flush of shame. At that time, he was out of his depth, left with only 200 yuan in his pocket. Selling the Sky City imitation seemed like the only way to recoup some of his losses