Ning Zesheng remained calm and expressionless, watching her. Although Qiao Anlu saw that his attitude was still cold, it didn't carry the dark vibe of wanting to kill her like that day.
Gathering her courage, she said, "Besides, Mr. Ning, you're a grown man. What do you need dolls for?"
"To cuddle while I sleep."
How justified and reasonable!
Qiao Anlu could hardly believe it.
"But you don't have to cuddle with the ones that others have been holding for so many years, do you?"
"Do you have a problem with that?" Ning Zesheng's tone was already icy and deep, and saying such words naturally carried a chill.
Qiao Anlu shrank back, not daring to resist, yet wore an unwilling expression, biting her lip and remaining silent.
Ning Zesheng took a step back and casually grabbed a pair of scissors from the counter. Holding the scissors up, he said directly, "If you don't like them, I'll just cut them all up, how about that?"
