Amidst everyone's scramble, Gu Zhihan stretched out his hand and took both the scarf and its box into his embrace.
"I never said I disliked the scarf you knitted."
After addressing Luo Mengmeng word by word, he opened the box, took out the messily knitted scarf, and wrapped it around his neck.
He wound it gently around his lean and sexy neck, moving so tenderly as if afraid to tear it.
The ugly scarf, that if thrown on the road would not even merit a second glance, seemed to him like a rare treasure.
Luo Mengmeng bit her lip, tears almost spilling from her eyes as she watched his actions.
At that moment, she only hated herself for not being skilled enough to knit the scarf well.
"It looks very nice." After tying it, he even took the small mirror from her desk to check his reflection.
Jiang Yibai and the others were dripping cold sweat, "..."
Big brother, you really know how to tell a white lie.
