Duan Lan took the handkerchief and looked at it carefully before saying, "The craftsmanship of this handkerchief is excellent. It must have been made by a skilled artisan and is very delicate."
Ji Xinhe nodded, "I picked up this handkerchief by chance, not knowing whose it was. I just thought it was pretty and kept it."
Ji Xinhe instinctively concealed the origin of the handkerchief. After all, she had only met Duan Lan a few times, and he had a connection with the Wang Family, so she couldn't trust him completely. Her subconscious told her that the matter involving the handkerchief was not simple and couldn't be casually shared with others.
Duan Lan looked at the handkerchief and frowned, shaking his head, "I'm afraid it's difficult to buy a handkerchief like this in a small town like this."
Looking at Duan Lan's expression, Ji Xinhe felt that something was not quite right, and her heart tightened.
