The phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, dissatisfaction appearing on his face.
"When did you become qualified to take care of so much?"
The puppeteer who was tinkering with the wood stopped what he was doing, looked up and sneered.
"Why do you have any objection?"
Dissatisfaction flashed in his dark blue eyes but he still chose not to refute.
"You don't seem to be anyone like me." The implication is that you don't need to worry so much.
The puppet master stood up after hearing this, gently patted the dust on his body, and walked up to him.
"I'm yours now, isn't that enough?"
Kaka has a lot of advice here. Please point out if the writing is immature and I accept your opinions humbly. If I have time, I will write some jokes or extras.