Jing Yunzhao subconsciously shrank her neck when she felt the sudden warmth. Although Li Shaoyun's words were a little annoying, the scarf was fluffy and comfortable.
Du Lin was already speechless. He had known Young Master Li for so many years, but why hadn't he given him anything in return?
Also, wasn't this suffering because he wanted to save face? She was obviously trying to please Jing Yunzhao, but she had to make a threatening face. It was simply…Childish.
Jing Yunzhao wasn't a fool, so she knew that Li Shaoyun meant well.
"You're not really going out with this scarf, are you?"Jing Yunzhao was still a little embarrassed.
"Can't I?" Li Shaoyun raised his eyebrows."
Jing Yunzhao lowered her head silently. If she had known that Li Shaoyun would really wear it, she would have spent more effort to weave a new one that was presentable. But now, she felt that Li Shaoyun's neck was like a long seaweed hanging from his neck. It was neither fish nor water.
