When Li Zexin finally recovered and wanted to talk to Feifei, he had already gone to the sand pit with Li Zekai.
Li Zexin carefully examined the clay figure in his hand. Its clothing was purple, and its face was squishy. He had already forgotten if he had worn those clothes. Even the buttons had been carved out in detail.
"Dad, look! Doesn't it look like me?" Li Zexin walked to his father with the clay figurine.
"Wanwan, what do you think?"
"It's quite exquisite. He even showed that you have double eyelids." Lin Wan took the clay figurine and looked at it carefully.
"Dad, can you take a picture of me with the clay-man? I want to post on WeChat." Li Zexin held the clay figurine up to his face and grinned. "I am so happy," he said.
Li Yanchen took a few pictures of his son.
[Xinxin is very happy.]
[Of course. There's a little angel who likes him.]
[So Xuanxuan didn't get a gift? Fortunately, Xuanxuan isn't here to see this.]
