Qiao Xuan was startled. A Fan? Xie Jingrong's fan was in Yuezheng Ting's hands?
For scholars, a fan was very private. It represented their identity. If the fan was written with his calligraphy, it could be given away as a gift.
No wonder Xie Jingrong wanted to get the fan back from Yuezheng Ting's hands.
Qiao Xuan could not help but feel that Yuezheng Ting was really good at this. She even stole the fan from Xie Jingrong?
"Brother Xie." Yuezheng Ting looked at Xie Jingrong with a gentle and sweet voice. "You don't like me? But I like you so much!"
"Lady Yuezheng, be careful with what you say. I don't think that I have ever said anything to make you misunderstand me. I will pretend that I never heard your talk today."
"My fan is a private thing. Lady Yuezheng, you can return the fan back to me now. If you don't want to give it back to me, I can just say that I lost it accidentally. Honestly, it is just a fan, nothing that important to me."
