Zheng Ren held a small, heart-shaped object that he passed to Xie Yiren with both hands.
Under the gaze of a room full of people, Xie Yiren blushed and kept her head low.
"Tsk, tacky," Su Yun scoffed.
From Xie Yire's reaction, she was very much into such things. Su Yun lamented Zheng Ren's luck. What lady could be so easily satisfied these days?
The man could probably win the lottery with a single random ticket at this rate.
When he looked closer at the gift, his eyes focused on the object.
The heart-shaped… the heart…
It looked too strange to be something from a shop and its material was very unique.
Su Yun was taken aback and he asked blankly, "This… is this the micro guide wire you were fiddling with a few days ago?"
Zheng Ren nodded. Realizing Xie Yiren was so embarrassed that she had forgotten to take the gift, he approached her with the determination of a frontline soldier and said quietly, "Yiren, I made this myself."
