Suddenly recalling Wei Bei's words, Ye Jiuliang's eyes flashed with a streak of light as she tiptoed out of the room.
The study wasn't far from the bedroom, and the door wasn't closed.
Ye Jiuliang reached for the switch on the wall, and the light suddenly came on.
The desk, piled high with stuff, instantly captured her attention.
Besides the stacks of paperwork, there was also a pile of yarn balls.
A bright red one was particularly eye-catching.
Ye Jiuliang's eyes lit up and she quickly walked over.
She reached out and picked up the wooden knitting needles wrapped with red yarn, bringing up a piece of "red cloth" with them.
"Pfft."
Ye Jiuliang held back a laugh, her eyes smiling as she stared at the messily knitted "red cloth."
Was this a scarf knitted for her?
Everyone else knits scarves with all sorts of beautiful patterns, but the scarf knit by her Li Mochan was just a bunch of tight and dense knots.
Was the temptation of raising a baby really that strong?
