With a "snap", she clung onto the wolf brush in Ye Qianming's hands.
"If you ignore me, I won't let you write!"
Luo Qingtong, with her tiny arms and legs, clung to that wolf brush, her entire body pressing against it, looking just like a large plush accessory hanging from it.
Ye Qianming, who was holding the brush, paused, and slightly lifted his head.
Just when Luo Qingtong thought he was finally going to pay attention to her, the man raised his other hand, picked her up by the back of her neck, and lifted her off the wolf brush.
"I won't go, I won't go!" Luo Qingtong clung to that wolf brush and wouldn't let go no matter what.
However, with her puny strength, how could she possibly match Ye Qianming? In the end, she was still "plucked" away by him.
Seeing she couldn't win the tug-of-war, Luo Qingtong suddenly grabbed a document from his desk.
If she couldn't hold onto the brush, she could at least hold onto his documents, right?
