"Xiao Shu, you really are..."
Somehow adorably silly, what’s going on?
I originally thought you were a young prodigy with high emotional intelligence and high intelligence, but now you seem so fun to be around. Could this be the so-called "contrast cuteness" that’s trending these days?
Ah, it’s just too entertaining.
Right now, Tang Shu’s putting almost all her attention on the soft little girl named Lee, how could she have any left to notice her friend’s feelings?
She shifted uncomfortably, holding onto Fu Baby’s little bottom with one hand and wrapping the other around her back.
"Hurry up, shall we get down to business, Boss Wen?"
Wen Nuan regretfully withdrew her gaze, still pondering whether to take a joint photo of the two later. Such a scene was not common.
She stood up and headed for the studio connected to the shop.
Tang Shu stared at the little one’s big, shiny eyes for a while in silence before decisively following her.
Poor kid, your mom doesn’t want you anymore.
"What’s this Fu Baby’s name?"
"I think ’Fu Baby’ suits her better."
Upon hearing this, Tang Shu looked down at Xiao Xi, clad in red, "You dressed her ; it’s actually kind of a bad taste, isn’t it?"
"Eh? You got it wrong there. It wasn’t me who dressed Xiao Xi . The old folks at home think it’s festive."
True enough, what’s more festive than a Fu Baby?
They walked into the workshop and Tang Shu casually glanced at the surroundings, which had changed very little since her last visit.
"Looking at you, I guess the crossbow has been made?"
"Your stuff, I naturally took it seriously. Want to try the tension?"
Just as Tang Shu found a comfortable spot to sit down, she saw Wen Nuan about to hand over the finished crossbow and quickly dodged it.
"Sister Nuan, I’m still holding your daughter here. You try it, I’ll just watch."
The other party accurately triggered the mechanism, and a clicking sound came from the small crossbow in her hand, as a dark line shot towards the target like lightning.
In the blink of an eye, the target was pierced by an arrow.
These two sounds came from the Fu Baby in her arms.
Tang Shu withdrew her gaze to see Xiao Xi extremely excited, staring with big eyes at the center of the distant target.
Wen Nuan proudly touched her chin, "Daughter, you’re really giving your mother a good show."
This mother and daughter, they’re both dramatists?
Even more professional than this pro.
"Not bad, beyond my expectations."
Wen Nuan put away the crossbow, placing it at the side of the table, "What do you need this for? The Sleeve Arrow from last time should have been enough for self-defense."
Tang Shu’s gaze wavered slightly, hinting at something.
"It’s a gift for an elder. He... can’t sit still and loves to wander into the mountains."
A gift for Father Tang after half a year.
Tang Shu did not expect to see Jing Yu so soon.
It happened the day before she was supposed to leave the Imperial Capital, while she was delivering gifts sent by Father Tang to various families. She encountered him in a small villa with a yard in the suburbs of the Imperial Capital.
He seemed even more surprised than she was.
Tang Shu stared at Jing Yu, who was wearing sportswear and earphones, and couldn’t recover for a moment.
This was supposed to be her dad’s old comrade’s house, right? Although the last name Jing was correct, but...