Turning to Little Mobao and Wu Kangkang, both of their pieces of clay had nearly spun out of control! Only a small chunk remained in their hands, both equally bewildered.
"Hahaha!"
"Even worse off than Xingwan!"
"Does the production team set this up as a trap for the guests' time?"
"Miss Li, can you do this?" the shop owner asked, deliberately glancing at her hands.
Even Fu Chengzhou's gaze shifted towards her. He was dressed in black suit today, with his shirt collar slightly open. His whole demeanor was both sultry and aloof. His well-defined, large hands cradling the clay were captivating.
Out of the four, it was only he who seamlessly and calmly followed the shop owner's instruction without a trace of urgency.
"Ahhh! His hands!!"
When the camera panned over Fu Chengzhou, thousands of viewers went crazy over his hands in an instant.
His long fingers with distinct joints carefully cradled the spinning clay, shaping it...
"So sultry, family!"
