Gong Beiming could no longer hold back and smashed his fist onto the table, looking at her with vicious eyes.
"Enough, Chi Xiaoyu! This isn't sewing at all, it's deliberately pricking your hand. The dress is stained red and you're still talking about wearing it?!"
"Then I'll... make another one for you!"
"Get lost, get far away from me, I don't want to see you ever again!" Gong Beiming roared fiercely.
She silently glanced at him, then gathered her things and turned to leave, the pain in her fingers still clear.
"Master Gong, hey, I'm actually really touched, the dress isn't stained red, it can still be worn..." Xu Yanzhi said softly.
Gong Beiming furrowed his brows deeply, "Take off the dress right now and get away from me!"
Xu Yanzhi, seeing Gong Beiming's face turn frighteningly dark, hurriedly took off the gown and timidly handed it over to Gong Beiming...
"Master Gong, calm down, it's just a dress, it's not worth it..." someone tried to persuade Gong Beiming.