Gift

When the other party received praise, they would often give a better response. "I'll make a sword tassel for you tonight, but I don't know what color Little Xinyuan likes."

"Master, you're too polite." Of course, this was just Fu Xin's superficial politeness. "I don't know what color he likes either. He should come to look for me later. I'll ask him."

As they were talking, Jiang Xinyuan ran in, still calling for his father.

When Fu Xin heard that Jiang Yi was here, her body couldn't help but tense up. Although she was nervous and didn't know why Jiang Yi was here, she was already prepared to adapt to the situation.

Jiang Yi held Jiang Xinyuan's hand and walked in. When Jiang Xinyuan saw his mother, he let go of his father's hand and ran to his mother's side. He hugged Fu Xin. "Mom, my work is done." He seemed to be wheedling in front of his father on purpose, but he had always been soft-spoken. No one could tell that he was doing it on purpose.