He had the look of someone gearing up for a confrontation with Tang Jin's smooth little head.
It must be said, a prodigy truly is different, a mere ten-year-old kid, not only off the charts in both EQ and IQ, but even his handicraft skills were maxed out.
First, it was woolen hats, now that it was summer, it was these exquisitely crafted little straw hats.
It was indeed hard to imagine someone like Rong Qing, with his faint smile and detached demeanor, 'virtuously and gently' making straw hats for Little Bun, when him knitting woolen hats was already absurd and disillusioning enough.
He had even tried knitting some small toys for Tang Jin before, and if it weren't for Little Bun not being too fond of those knitted dolls, Tang Jin's room would probably have been filled with the little things he made by now.
One really wonders where he finds all this spare time.
