Kieu Gia Lac's office is filled with light, sophisticated ceramics are placed on shelves and cleverly arranged. Quan Mac Tinh looked and smiled, she loved the neatness, especially, she loved this man. Kieu Gia Lac touched Quan Mac Tinh's neck.
"Shall I teach you to make ceramics?" Kieu Gia Lac lovingly looks at Quan Mac Tinh, in his eyes, she is the source of happiness, joy and luck in this life. If anyone asks Kieu Gia Lac what means the most to him, he will answer it is Quan Mac Tinh.
"What can I do?" Quan Mac Tinh was a little suspicious, she had only heard of this ceramic subject, but had never done it.
Kieu Gia Lac looked at her and smiled: "Of course, you can do it, you don't believe me?"
"I believe in you, but I don't believe in myself." Quan Mac Tinh smiled, she was like a warm breeze that captivated Kieu Gia Lac.
