"A pocket watch? I've got it!"
Zheng Qing was stunned for a second before immediately catching on. Mr. Wu was probably referring to the birthday gift given to him a long time ago, a silver-case watch with a brass hand that ticked away time.
Zheng Qing had been using the watch for six years, and it had always been as precise as when it was new, never missing a minute. Moreover, since he had taken good care of it, the case showed no traces of rust, and it always looked like a new watch.
But it was only like a new watch—aside from the precise timing and the shiny new case, there wasn't a single aspect of this pocket watch that made it stand out from any other—the watch didn't even possess a personified face on the dial that would report the time and remind the owner of appointments all the time like Dylan's watch did.
Even though that one had a bad temper, worse than Dylan's talking mirror.
