Jian Yufei said in silence, "Did I ever say I would knit for you? I don't think so, so I never made any promises."
The color on Ruan Tianling's face darkened further. "You clearly agreed! Your silence was consent!"
"Ruan Tianling, do you consider yourself an object?"
"..."
"You're silent, so you admit you're an object?" Jian Yufei rolled her eyes at him, before continuing to knit.
Ruan Tianling was left speechless in anger, but he couldn't find words to counter her.
But he couldn't just let it go.
He was stubborn, and the less things went his way, the more he refused to back down.
Ruan Tianling reached out and grabbed the small piece that Jian Yufei was knitting. Holding it in his hand, he asked her, "Who is this for?"
"None of your business!" Jian Yufei reached out to grab it back, but he pushed away her hand, quickly withdrew the knitting needle, and held onto the thread.
"If you don't tell me, I'll unravel it!"
