If it had been anyone else, who would have dared lay a hand on him so directly?
She walked to the couch nearby and sat down. Picking up a booklet of official business from the table, she asked, "Then can I sit here and read the booklet?"
"Do whatever you want, as long as you don't talk."
Su Qiao didn't have much time, and she didn't want to come here every day to make his clothes, so she decided to cut and sew them as quickly as possible.
The sewing itself was fairly simple. What took time was the embroidery afterward.
Although Su Qiao's sewing speed was already fast enough and she was skilled at it, by noon, after spending three and a half hours, she had only just finished making the clothes.
She still needed to embroider dense cloud patterns around the cuffs and collar, as well as elegant auspicious patterns on the chest, hem, and other places.
Feng Han glanced toward the window for the twentieth time. As always, he received no "response."
Perhaps in her eyes, I'm no different from the tables and chairs in this room—just a decoration!
He set down the booklet of official business in his hand and sighed.
He had never imagined that one day he would meet such a little girl. She was practically born to be his bane.
He got off the couch and slowly walked over. "Take a break. It happens to be mealtime, too."
Su Qiao didn't even look up. "Don't rush me. There are only a few stitches left."
"There's no need to hurry so much. You can make a little each day. I'm not in a rush to wear it." If she finishes it in one day, wouldn't that mean...
After finishing the last few stitches, Su