"What did you say?" Ye Cheng raised his head violently, the killer in his eyes flew away, and his eyes looked at her coldly.

"I... I didn't say anything. The woman was shocked when she saw Yecheng's cold eyes. She dared not look at Yecheng's eyes with her dead arms around Li Yikang.

"Wife, I said I didn't need to buy it. You sewed it well for me, and I'll wear it later." Ye Cheng regained his former relaxed look and looked at Ning Luomiao beside him in a spoiled way.

Li Yikang's eyes seemed to burst into flames, but it was unexpected that Ning Luomiao would sew clothes for...