Angry

"Didn't you say that you're not a fan of wearing watches? You said you'd just ask the servants if you wanted to know the time."

Qi Haoran puffed up his cheeks. "I said that I don't like carrying watches, so you just decided not to give me one? Then when I was sick, I also said that I didn't like to take medicine. Didn't you force me to drink it anyway?"

Mu Yangling didn't know whether to laugh or cry when she heard that. She patted his shoulder and said, "Alright, I understand. Isn't it just a pocket watch? I'll give one to you."

Was a pocket watch what he wanted?

What he wanted was her affection. Qi Haoran puffed up his cheeks and looked at her grumpily. If he wanted a pocket watch, he could always buy it himself. However, seeing that Ah Ling had already stood up and left, he could only sit down and be angry with himself.