"Mom." Meng Shuyan saw her come in and fished something out from under the blanket, holding it out with both hands. "Dad said to give this to you."
"What's this? So mysterious." Tian Sangsang reached out to take the item.
"A little piggy." Meng Shuyan giggled mischievously.
As he spoke, Tian Sangsang had already gotten a clear look at the carving in her hands. A meticulously crafted, adorable wooden figurine. The wood appeared to be longan wood—not a rare material—but the craftsmanship elevated its charm. A pristine white pig sat on a brown bench, so lifelike and vivid. The whole carving was flawless, with incredibly smooth lines...
Tian Sangsang bolted to the living room as if on wings, swallowing hard, "Jiang Jinghuai, is this really for me?"
Jiang Jinghuai paused, holding his newspaper, and shifted his gaze, a little uncomfortable under her fervent look. "Why?"
