Feng Wu sighed in resignation, but she didn't have any choice here. She sighed again. "… Alright."
With a long face, Feng Wu began to cut out the fabric she needed and started her needlework.
Her beautiful mother always made sewing look so effortless, but when it was Feng Wu's turn, why wouldn't her stitches follow a straight line?
"You sew like a cripple trying to walk!"
Snatching the pouch out of Feng Wu's hand, Jun Linyuan took a look, then tossed it in the bin.
Feng Wu cried out and tried to take it back. "My pouch!!!"
She had worked so hard, and after several discarded products, this was the first one that actually looked like a pouch. And he had just thrown it away like that?!
Feng Wu tried to retrieve it, but Jun Linyuan raised his hand and set the entire bin on fire.
Feng Wu was speechless.
All she could do was glare at Jun Linyuan!
