She raised her head to look at Gu Qingcheng, who towered over her, stubbornly refusing to say a word.
The accumulated rage in Gu Qingcheng's heart slowly turned into mania. Restraining his emotions that had no outlet to be vented, he frustratedly knelt down, boorishly ripping the butterfly bow on the cake's packaging and opening the box.
Yun Liuli's lips parted slightly. She wanted Gu Qingcheng to be careful and not ruin the cake, but it was like a walnut was stuck in her throat, making her unable to utter a sound.
The young lady had protected the cake well on the way there. The cake looked pretty, and the heart shape made by the cherry sauce in the center of the cream looked striking!
Gu Qingcheng tore apart the candles' packaging hastily and boorishly, snapping a few candles as he did. Those candles fell all over the floor as he tossed the packaging aside.
