In fact, Shen Yijia did not know how to differentiate between fabrics. She only recognized the rough material because she had the experience of putting people in burlap sacks many times.
Anyway, it didn't matter. If she said it wasn't Song Jingchen's, then it wasn't. Even if Song Jingchen was standing here, it didn't matter.
Meng Linyan tightened her grip on her handkerchief.
Shen Yijia clicked her tongue. "It's just a handkerchief. You still have it after so many years. It seems that you must like it very much. Then keep it."
Meng Lin stood up. "Duchess!"
If this handkerchief really did not belong to that person, wouldn't she have become a joke after keeping it for so many years?
"Huh?" Shen Yijia pretended to be frightened and patted her chest in fear. "Are you leaving? Then I won't send you off."
