Chapter 65 Explosive Gift Box

• It wasn’t a question. She spoke with definiteness, so this was her conclusion, after she observed me.
• I stabbed at the shrimp shells with my fork. The shells were hard, and the fork head was a little blunt, so I wasn’t able to stab through its shells. I threw my fork down onto my plate and looked at Mrs. Sang.
• She still looked at me with the same calm eyes, “When we met three months ago, did you still remember what I told you then?”