Xiao Heng, that idiot, what kind of fireworks did he buy!
Feng Huaijin glanced lightly, his mouth curled up: "Aren't you already my wife? Why a proposal?"
Su Li's pretty face turned red instantly, and she hurriedly said, "Stop calling me that, we're not in that kind of relationship."
Su Li dared not meet Feng Huaijin's gaze, and hastily lowered her head to pick up a sparkler, "I'll play with this."
As the spark ignited, the sparkler seemed to flicker with starlight, like a starry flower in the night.
Su Li's mouth gently curled up, revealing a graceful and lovely smile that made Feng Huaijin slightly distracted.
"Ah—Mr. Qi, what are you doing!"
Feng Huaijin stepped forward, stretched out his large palm, and snatched the sparkler from her hand, waving it himself.
"Let me play for a bit."
Su Li: "..."
She was almost exasperated without tears, this Seventh Master Feng actually likes playing with sparklers? And so childishly snatched hers?
