Who would care about a piece of scrap paper?
However, she seemed to be so sensitive to everything about Li Tingshen.
The words on the paper under her feet were exceptionally familiar to her.
Ye Qingqiu didn't know that someone who couldn't even remember her classmates had such a deep impression of her.
Liang Xuer also saw the paper floating by her feet and her expression changed. She pushed the servant away and ran over to pick it up, but Ye Qingqiu grabbed it in advance.
Seemingly unwilling to give up, Ye Qingqiu took a closer look at the words.
"Give it back!"
Liang Xuer's voice was sharp. As she shouted, she reached out, trying to snatch the paper back from Ye Qingqiu.
Ye Qingqiu dodged her hand.
Holding the piece of paper, Momo looked at the obviously nervous Liang Xuer. Li Tingshen's impatient voice sounded in her mind.
'Not free?'
She gave a sudden laugh.
