Before Feng Qingyun could finish speaking, Wang Jiao immediately hugged the ball of yarn that Feng Qingxue had just wound into her arms.
Her movements were as swift as wind and lightning.
"No way, Xiaoxue, you promised to knit a sweater for me, you can't knit for Xiaoyun!" Wang Jiao clutched the yarn tightly, staring at Feng Qingxue without blinking, worried she would back out.
Feng Qingxue laughed, "Yunyun was just joking with you, cousin. Don't worry, I'll definitely knit your sweater. I'll do just as I say."
Wang Jiao immediately broke into a smile, "You said it, you will do what you say."
"Of course." Feng Qingxue replied.
"I knew it, Xiaoxue you're the best, you're such a good person, I won't be jealous of you anymore when mum and dad praise you in the future!"
"Do my uncle and aunt often praise me?"