There's no air conditioning in the office, but since woodworking is such a sweaty activity, Mo Shangjun decided to turn on the fan.
The fan overhead creaked as it spun, the turbulence in the stuffy room stirring up waves of heat.
Mo Shangjun held the phone to her ear, staring at the incomplete model.
Sometimes you have to admit there are things you simply can't do.
Just like Sisheng, who can handle all sorts of mechanisms with ease, making small furniture with mechanisms was a piece of cake for her, but in this regard, Mo Shangjun was truly not skilled.
"Why are you making that thing?" Sisheng asked, puzzled. "Su Heng said he wanted to add some unique furniture at home, so I drew a set of designs for him to follow and took photos to send you for reference."
"Bored," Mo Shangjun said, "once it's finished, I can gift it to Grandpa for his birthday."
