Zi Xin's fingers froze mid-knot. His dark eyes narrowed as he met Mo Yuan's gaze through the reflection, his jaw tightening faintly.
"No," he replied shortly, his tone clipped and cold.
Mo Yuan's gaze darkened slightly, though his expression remained unreadable. "You know what they say about it. That necklace… no one knows what Gu Tingyi embedded into it. It might not be just a necklace."
Zi Xin turned around fully, his slim shoulders squaring defiantly under the navy suit jacket. His fingers curled into small fists at his sides as the faint silver chain glinted stubbornly against his pale throat.
"That's their problem, not mine to begin with," he bit out softly, his voice low and unyielding. "They can keep guessing, who cares?"
