Even though it was June, her hands were as cold as ice.
He frowned.
But subconsciously he gripped them tightly.
"Let me take it off for you, my mother was so happy... to see you... it's all over now.... The scarf should be returned to me."
Listening to her polite words, Fu Tingzhou was somewhat displeased.
Use me and then kick me to the curb?
The man's dark eyes stared at her face, "This was a gift from her to me, you have no right to question it."
Tang Xi bit her teeth, her voice crisp and filled with indomitable stubbornness, "I don't want the scarf that my mother spent three days knitting to end up being thrown in a trash can!"
"What makes you think I would throw this scarf into the trash can!"
