Yun Fengzhi was so startled that he almost spilled his quilt, exclaiming, "She is the God's Right Hand?! How old was she at the time?"
He knew very well how much Xie Yanqiu admired the design of the God's Right Hand; he had spent a considerable amount of money to purchase the original drafts.
"What are you guys talking about?" Xie Yanqiu returned from the restroom, suspicious. "I thought I heard something about the God's Right Hand?"
"Yes, yes, yes," Yun Fengzhi wiped off his sweat. "Lan has released a new design at the end of the year, right? Xie Yu and I were thinking of buying it for you."
"Oh?" Xie Yanqiu narrowed his eyes. "I'll take your word for it for now. Let's celebrate Qingqing's birthday first, and we can talk about the rest later."
Yun Fengzhi breathed a sigh of relief.
The party was merry and joyful, and before they knew it, it was past eleven at night.