Meanwhile, in the room of Ruan Jun next door.
Nine boys were huddled together, gathered around Ruan Hao, all with their heads down, concentrating on something.
Little Fatty, the most impatient of them all, had been struggling for a long time, and the thing he had crafted was still crooked and twisted. He immediately got flustered and muttered, "Back then, I really should have kicked it a few more times!"
"Done it right, if you make it ugly, Jiaojiao won't like it," Ruan Chi said with a cold snort as he glanced at the crooked rope in Little Fatty's hands.
Hearing this, Little Fatty pursed his lips. He too wanted to be doted on by his little sister, and to be among so many brothers, that meant he needed to be outstanding. With this in mind, Little Fatty calmed down, glanced at his most diligent elder brother, and lowered his head to start focusing.
However, for a little girl, making these kinds of ropes might just be a matter of minutes.
