Convinced she was mistaken, Su Xiaohui snatched up the necklace.
But no matter how many times she examined it, the engraving was unmistakable: SZ16. It was identical to the one she'd seen in Zhou Sen's bag the other day.
How could this be?
Why was the necklace her husband had bought for her around another woman's neck?
In that moment, she desperately wanted to run out, stop Chen Shu, and demand an


