"What do you mean, there's no time to be angry?" he thought to himself. Did he have all the time in the world to be angry?
The more she ignored him, the more distressed he became.
Bo Yeyuan's large hand tugged, and the little garment fell into his grasp. He stared fiercely at the exquisitely made clothes, wishing he could cut them apart with scissors, wishing he could burn them with fire, but knowing they were the fruits of Li Qiyu's labor, he could not bring himself to waste them.
Li Qiyu reached out to snatch them back, but Bo Yeyuan lifted his arm to avoid her.
"Bo Yeyuan, how childish are you? Stealing clothes that belong to a child?"
If it weren't for Qiye, the one helping her make clothes all day today would have been his!
Bo Yeyuan clenched his teeth, his eyes erupting with a rich malicious air, "Steal? You said you were giving it to me, this is what you made for me. He's mine!"
"Fine, if you can fit into them, I don't mind giving them to you."
