CH 11

The three people parted ways at the entrance of the hotel.

“En.”

The man pulled open the bag and inspected the item inside. Then he reached in and took something out to hand to Jiang Tiao, “For you.”

Jiang Tiao carefully looked at it. It is a pair of white female gloves. Ruffles line the wrist of the cotton gloves and are decorated with a circle of small crystals. It looks elegant and dignified.

Then, Fu Ting Chuan instructed, “Your hand is still injured. Makeup can likely cause an infection. In the future when you apply makeup, put on gloves.”