Li Fei chuckled and waved his hand toward her, and Zhao Juan immediately turned around, lifting her dress as she scurried back.
Her face was alight with smiles, blooming like flowers, a stark contrast to the melancholic face of just moments ago, presenting two entirely different demeanors.
Wang Chao stared blankly at Zhao Juan, his face displaying a rich tapestry of emotions, ranging from confusion to embarrassment to shame, but most of all, anger.
As he watched Zhao Juan slowly run back, picking up the scissors from the ground, he felt slightly more at ease.
Zhao Juan picked up the scissors, flashed him a sweet smile, and said, "Master Wang, let's get started quickly, shall we?"
Master Wang, seeing her mood improve, should have felt happy, but instead, he felt a sourness in his heart; he knew why her mood had suddenly gotten better.
He glanced at the time, furrowed his brows and said, "We need to be precise, there's half a minute left, wait a moment."
