Mi Yao stood up and looked coldly at the man in front of her, "Zhou Jin, you brought me to this island, so, have you found any trace of Qian Rui?"
Zhou Jin put his hands in his pockets, shaking his head calmly, "Not yet."
"You might as well give up, Qian Rui won't come, just let me go."
Zhou Jin stared at Mi Yao, a dark certainty and mockery spilling from his chilly ink-black eyes, "Don't worry, she will definitely come."
"..."
Mi Yao felt she couldn't communicate with him, and she couldn't understand how Qian Rui had put up with him during their two years of marriage. She couldn't stand him for a moment.
"Mi Yao, cooperate a little, change your clothes, the party will start later. Just now your husband came threatening me that if you were missing a single hair, he wouldn't let me off. I don't want to offend that Buddha; after all, with him covering me, my wealth rolls in."
