C113 Who Does He Think He Is

Watching the half-embroidered scarf fall to the floor, I bit my lip for a long time. "We are indeed not suitable. In my opinion, people who waste things should be struck by lightning."

Without saying a word, Lee Yan came over with a sullen face. He snatched the sweater I was holding from my hand. His scissors danced on it again. He cut the sweater until it was in a mess before he stopped