“You?” Song Yixiao couldn’t help feeling shocked, “Is this done by you?”

She couldn’t believe it. Wei Chan looked lively, cheerful and simple-minded but she acted rather properly. Two days ago, when Wei Chan came to show her the banquet, Song Yixiao saw clearly that she sat down carefully and kept the flowers away from the embroidery.

Moreover, only Ms. Zhao had the key to the room where the embroidery frame was placed. Yet, how could she disobey her own ...