Lin Zhiyi was shocked when she first saw the scarf.
Because she had personally thrown it into the trash can.
How could it appear in Gong Chen's yard?
Unless he had followed the garbage truck to retrieve it.
But after listening to the maid, Lin Zhiyi felt that how the scarf returned to Gong Chen's hands was not important at all.
After all, it was still trash in the end.
Gong Chen must have known she had been to his yard, so he had thrown the scarf out.
She understood what he meant.
The maid stared at Lin Zhiyi and said, "Miss Lin, is there anything else?"
Lin Zhiyi loosened her grip and shook her head, "No, that's all."
The maid tugged at the scarf and turned to leave.
Lin Zhiyi watched the flash of red disappear, her palms were already broken by her own nails, yet she felt nothing.
She smiled bitterly, and as she regained her composure, she turned and saw Liu He already arranging for people to move gifts.