Mrs. Lai couldn't stop complaining bitterly about her son when he said he wanted to start dinner.
"What dinner? You ungrateful son, I'm not happy, and you can't even offer some comfort, yet you're thinking about eating?"
Hongji... swiftly walked a few steps away from the living room to the doorway of his younger daughter's room, only to see candles and a large oil lamp burning inside. It was just as he suspected, his diligent young daughter was busy drawing.
Upon closer examination, he was stunned.
Flashes of silver filled Hongji's mind, flying towards him, and his mouth curved into an uncontrollable smile.
Although a craftsman might not understand the object depicted in the drawing.
He knew that everything his daughter drew could sell for a good price, could be a hit.
"Daddy, I've drawn a picture for you. Based on this pattern, make a baby walker for my little brother."
