The man in front of her looked really upset.
He was definitely angry.
Tang Yin was confused at the sudden flow of information.
She tried to reorganize her thoughts.
So based on what this man said...this pen was his?
Yes, she indeed got this almost a year ago. It was thrown by a man with silver head—
Tang Yin's eyes suddenly went wide.
Silver head. Blue rose.
The symbol of Second Young Master Lu!
Tang Yin felt her head ache.
How come the coincidence was too much?
Rather, how dull had she become to just notice it now?
She was really innocent and did not know that this pen was his!
Tang Yin scratched her head. She was flustered too.
"Believe it or not, I didn't know it's yours. I am not scheming at you or anything. It is really a pure coincidence. That time, I just came back to the country and I was hit hard by the box you threw—"