Lin Wan Yi looked at the tiny, scattered parts laid out on the velvet cloth.
Golden gears.
Ruby bearings.
Hairspring as thin as a strand of hair.
This was not a pocket watch.
This was clearly a pile of expensive scrap metal.
Lin Wan Yi held her forehead.
She had some knowledge of antique watches, and this German-Italian Federation military pocket watch was worth enough to trade for a courtyard house in downtown Capital City.
Now, it had been dismantled by her six-month-old son.
In the crib, the culprit, Gu An, was already asleep.
His sleeping face was serene, his little mouth smacking twice.
As if the calm "master dismantler" just now wasn't him.
Lin Wan Yi picked up a screw smaller than a grain of rice.
What to do?
Sell the ginseng in the Spiritual Spring Space to compensate?
She pressed her temples in frustration.
Forget it.
Even if the sky were to fall, I'll deal with it in the morning.
...
The next day.
Just before dawn.
"Bang bang bang!"
