"Huahua, tell me, why did Wang Jinghui ask me to wait until I got home to look?"
While fitting Tang Xiaowan with her helmet, Leng Lingxiao suddenly realized that this little girl he had been protecting for 15 years indeed bore a resemblance to Wang Jinghui, especially when she was deep in thought.
The intense look on her face could easily be said to resemble that of a grandfather and granddaughter.
"Huahua, Huahua, I'm talking to you?"
"What's up, Tangtang?"
"You look preoccupied, is there something..."
Leng Lingxiao frowned, "Something what?"
"Could there be something... like a little surprise inside, maybe something cheesy like a blessing or initials inscribed at someone's suggestion?"
Tang Xiaowan tilted her head, speaking cheerily, seemingly oblivious to Leng Lingxiao's astonished expression.
He had indeed asked Wang Jinghui to engrave a blessing, and it had just happened last night, and indeed someone had said it was trite and unoriginal.
