Wishful Thinking

Upon hearing these words, Li Yu’s hand paused for a moment, then returned to normal. He said, “What does it have to do with me whether she is hurt or not?”

Little Quan glanced at him and said, “Master, do you really not care about Miss Xie...?”

Before he could finish his sentence, Li Yu’s gaze swept over him, causing him to quickly shut his mouth.

Li Yu looked at him and asked, “Is the handkerchief washed?”

Little Quan immediately put on a bitter expression, took out the handkerchief from his sleeve, and handed it over. He pitifully said, “I washed it for most of the night yesterday, but I couldn’t make it clean no matter how hard I tried.”

After all, it was a silk handkerchief, and he didn’t dare to scrub it too vigorously. He had done his best.

Looking at the handkerchief still stained with faint ink, Li Yu fell silent for a moment before withdrawing his gaze. He slowly spoke, “Take it and burn it.”

Little Quan sighed inwardly at his expression and said, “Yes.”