Yi Kai took the tool, carefully tried it.
The result wasn't as good as Tuanzi's, but better than Yi Heng's.
Tuanzi turned back and made a victory gesture to Yi Heng.
Yi Heng: (▼ヘ▼#)
He simply turned around and went to another place to work on the seam, ignoring the two of them.
The two kids huddled together, making marks here and there, unexpectedly helping quite a bit.
Seeing that no one was paying attention to them, Tuanzi softly asked, "What's wrong with you? Do you cry only when you're sick and uncomfortable?"
The redness at the corner of Yi Kai's eyes was still quite visible.
The little boy was startled, shook his head, "No, no."
Thinking of his father constantly sending people to watch the live broadcast made him uncomfortable all over.
He didn't know what other people's fathers were like, but his father was somewhat frightening, controlling his every movement twenty-four hours a day.
