When Haisha heard Dean's words, her cheeks immediately felt hot, and she turned away, saying angrily, "Don't talk nonsense, you glib talker!"
Dean looked up in surprise. Was that not an exaggeration? How did he become a glib talker?
He thought about it and immediately came to his senses. His words were indeed prone to ambiguity, and he immediately said, "I was wrong. I was praising your craftsmanship, and I just didn't expect that you can sew and mend."
"Why can't I do it?" Haisha retorted in anger.
Dean was tongue-tied, scratching his head and saying, "Aren't you a Saint? I thought you only do what a Saint does."
Haisha snorted and said, "This kind of thing is not difficult. If I can't even do this, what kind of Saint am I?"
Hearing the anger in her voice, Dean shut up immediately.
