Cook's hand froze in place.
Valued at 12 million US dollars, a rare blood diamond nearly 4 carats in weight, turned into so-called "chips" in Zhang Menglong's mouth? There's boasting, but not like this.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Cook, diamonds of this size are merely what my household servants use, or perhaps embellishments on other pieces of jewelry. Every pendant my girlfriend wears is carefully selected and designed, and diamonds smaller than 10 carats are not worthy of gracing her neck," said Zhang Menglong.
"Menglong!" Lu Yiyao glared at him.
Although he spoke the truth, putting it this way was somewhat disrespectful. At Zhang Menglong's side, Lu Yiyao's status was akin to that of a matron.
Initially, Lu Yiyao was quite uncomfortable with this. Such jewelry was heavy, expensive, and only matched with low-cut gowns, hardly everyday wear.
