Her cuttings were not ugly. Mobai had praised them for looking so good.
Su Jingfeng glanced at his palm and picked up the silver scissors and red paper on the table. "No."
He didn't know what had happened to his injury. It had been almost three months, but it was still not showing any signs of improvement. Moreover, it was still emitting black smoke, which made him very annoyed.
"Don't touch my things." Feng Tianlan picked them up and saw that Su Jingfeng was cutting randomly. She snatched the silver scissors again and asked, "What are you doing here?"
"You... are getting married?" Su Jingfeng looked at the little person who had not finished cutting, but his peripheral vision fell on the word "double happiness" on the table.
Feng Tianlan looked at her warily and then let out a soft "Uh-huh."
"You've met Sheng'er, right?"
Knowing her situation, they could get married soon.
