After putting down the chopsticks, Ye Muyu had almost finished eating.
Of course, Ye Muyu couldn't match his appetite, mainly because she ate slowly.
After finishing her meal and taking a sip of sour plum soup, she blinked and looked at Chu Heng, suddenly asking, "Ah Heng, where did you put the scarf I made?"
"What scarf? I don't know." Chu Heng paused for a moment, then reacted quickly, feigning ignorance.
If Ye Muyu hadn't heard Su Mei's report that afternoon, she might have really believed his innocence.
She said with a hint of helplessness, "The scarf I made for Yun 'er, they're all part of the kid's set, why are you keeping it? Weren't we agreed, I'll make you one now."
"Cough, really?" Chu Heng didn't forget to bargain for his benefits first.
Seeing his probing gaze, Ye Muyu couldn't help but laugh. Chu Heng was usually steady, but who knew he had such childish moments in private.
