Bai Junfan tried to take the bag from Yang Liu'er, but she dodged him again. Immediately, wary, condemning gazes turned toward him. Unable to maintain his composure, Bai Junfan finally lost his patience. He looked at Yang Liu'er, his voice low and cold.
"Stop making a scene! This is enough. Do you really want to make this an irreparable mess?"
Yang Liu'er turned to meet his gaze. She didn't have to imitate his tone; her voice was already hoarse. "Do you think there's anything left for us to repair?"
"What do you mean by that?"
