"No problem, paper is recyclable waste," Butler Ling deliberately said.
Butler Ling knew Xu Chaomu had a good temper and wouldn't mind a bit of teasing, but if it had been the fourth young master, she wouldn't dare to say such things.
Xu Chaomu pouted, "Then let's repurpose the waste. I'll use it as scrap paper, throwing it away would be too wasteful."
She still had a carefree look, as if she was really going to use it as scratch paper.
Only then did Butler Ling smile and place the card on the table, noting how well the couple matched each other, even in making excuses.
One talked about being thrifty, the other about repurposing waste—a pair of treasures.
In the end, neither could bear to discard it.
Looking at the card, Xu Chaomu noticed that someone's handwriting had grown more mature and refined in the past thirteen years, shedding its naivety for a sense of stability.
However, for crying out loud, he wrote "I LOVE YOU" so small— who was it meant for?