This pillowcase couldn't be...
Chu Yihan suddenly stood up.
Su Ge's hand holding the Medicine Pillow immediately tightened.
She thought that when Chu Yihan found out Assistant Ling had cut her Medicine Pillow, he merely found a tailor to make a new pillowcase as compensation, but unexpectedly, he had handmade it himself.
Chu Yihan sewing?
This scene, Su Ge didn't even dare to think about it.
Outside, people probably couldn't imagine it either—the renowned Chairman of the S.J Consortium, whose hands control wealth, actually holding a needle and thread?
Originally, she thought he would simply have a tailor remake the pillowcase as compensation, which had moved her enough.
But to think that he had sewn it himself, Su Ge was so overwhelmed she couldn't speak.
"What are you standing there for? Isn't it for me?"
Chu Yihan stared at her for a long time before he couldn't help but speak.
On his noble and handsome face, his phoenix eyes were deep and mysterious.
