Uncle Fu walked into a room, leaving the door open behind him for us.
We noticed that the people behind us did not follow.
"You're not coming?" Dahai asked them.
"It's Uncle Fu's personal space so no one's allowed in there," a lady replied faintly.
"What's in there?" I questioned.
"Only important guests know," she answered before walking off.
Dahai and I entered the room. The special thing about wooden rooms is that they block out sunlight.
Uncle Fu flipped a switch and his work desk lit up.
We finally caught a glimpse of the interior of the room. It wasn't big and its decor was minimal and plain, but everything that was necessary was present.
From razor knives to magnifying glasses, from cleaning clothes to alcohol burners, Uncle Fu has them all in his workstation.
"Bring it over," he said, pointing at the watch. "What do you want me to do?"
"You fixed it before, right? How did you do it?" Dahai inquired.
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