Zhang Wei Qiang's expression grew extremely serious.
Having made up his mind, he turned to see Gu Nuan Nuan's slyly smiling face and couldn't help but reach out to tap her on the head. "You little rascal, are you testing your own uncle now?"
"Hehe, I was just worried you'd be all noble and give away these fun toys," Gu Nuan Nuan said, sticking out her tongue. She pretended not to notice how her uncle had tensed up for a moment, and just kept smiling. "It's a good thing you're not a blockhead, Uncle. Otherwise, I'd have to get Grandpa to come and deal with you."
"You clever little thing," Zhang Wei Qiang chided with a laugh. He then looked through both storage bags, his interest piqued only by a small, palm-sized sword. He took it out and casually swiped it across the white jade table. To his astonishment, it instantly carved a deep gash into the jade.
