Before long, a maid brought in some fresh clothes for changing.
Seeing that the atmosphere in the room was still relatively calm, she specifically took out a brand-new, crisp shirt and proudly presented it to Yan Xiaye, saying, "Young Madam, this is the shirt that fell out of your bag the other day. I have already washed it clean for you."
"What did you say!" Li Beicheng slammed his hand down on the table and rose to his feet, feeling as though all his heartfelt efforts had been trampled upon.
Yan Xiaye also stared blankly at the shirt and then remembered that it was Li Yuntang who had taken her in for the night when she was accompanying the drinking, and she had secretly taken his worn shirt to wash it before returning it to him.
However, so much had happened afterward, and in her frustration and confusion, she had forgotten about it. She never expected it to be picked up by a servant.
