He couldn't find anything related to the cufflinks, so he took two pictures and sent them to a friend in the fashion industry for advice.
The friend quickly replied: Custom-made, quite valuable.
Yuk Jian pressed down on the plastic bag beside him—quite valuable?
She used this thing to store it?
[Yuk Jian: You left something at the hospital, I'll bring it to you later.]
[Chuzheng: You?]
[Yuk Jian: Yes.]
After replying, Yuk Jian felt something was off. He carefully read through the conversation again, realizing something was amiss, and his heart began to race.
[Yuk Jian: What you bought was left at the hospital.]
Yuk Jian took a picture and sent it.
[Chuzheng: It's a gift for you.]
[Yuk Jian: ???]
[Chuzheng: If you don't like it, feel free to throw it away.]
No matter what Yuk Jian sent after that, there was no response.
