Jiuying walked out of the room, carefully carrying the linen cloth, and bumped right into Sophie, who had come looking for Zerev.
"Jiuying, what are you off to do?"
"The Young Master's clothes are getting old. I'm going to make him some new ones," Jiuying answered flawlessly.
Sophie glanced at the linen on his tray and frowned.
Pinching the fabric with her slender fingers, she inspected it. "How could Zerev wear such inferior linen?
"I have some blue linen at my place. Come fetch it later to make his clothes."
With that, Sophie balled up the linen from the tray and tossed it onto the ground.
Seeing the cloth tainted by the dust, Jiuying's expression darkened. He subconsciously checked the room. Seeing the door still closed, he breathed a sigh of relief. He squatted down to pick up the linen but was stopped by Sophie.
"Why are you picking it up?"
"This is the Young Master's order. I can't mess it up."
