Seeing the pink handkerchief in front of Jiang Zhennan, Lin yuelan's eyes rolled, and the corners of her mouth also raised into a mischievous smile.
She bent down and picked up the handkerchief. Then, she stood up and asked innocently, " Auntie, this handkerchief is yours. I'll return it to you!"
The person who should have picked it up didn't pick it up, but the person who shouldn't have picked it up did. This made the Chen family's eldest miss's face extremely ugly.
That servant girl often followed miss Chen and already understood her miss's mood.
At this moment, seeing her young miss's ugly expression, she naturally understood that she was angry at the child in front of her for picking up the handkerchief.
The servant girl immediately turned to Lin yuelan and said fiercely, "What does my young lady's handkerchief have to do with you? You don't have to pick it up!"
