Following the direction pointed out by Tang Jin, Zhang Yi looked for a long time but didn't notice anything unusual.
Isn't this just an ordinary desk?
It was installed when I arranged to buy this property and hadn't been replaced in at least seven or eight years. Could there really be a problem with this spot?
Zhang Yi frowned and stared tightly at the desk, trying to discern something wrong.
After a moment, he looked up into Little Milk Jin's cat-like eyes with slight hesitation.
"Could it be that I—am not smart enough?"
Tang Jin: ?
Little Milk Jin blinked her large eyes, not quite following his logic.
"This shouldn't be like 'The Emperor's New Desk', where only someone smart or with some talent can see it, right?"
Tang Jin: ...
Little Milk Bun turned her head to look at her daddy.
What is this uncle talking about?
Alright, next time I will have to tell the little darling the story of The Emperor's New Clothes.
