Wen Fu Cheng wasn't mad at her; instead, he was particularly gentle with her.
Midway through the meal, Ying Jing suddenly remembered something important, put down her chopsticks, and immediately ran to the suitcase.
She pulled out three painted golden eggs.
She huffed back and placed them in front of the man.
"I was short on time, so I only brought these three. They're a New Year gift for Second Uncle," she said, handing him the small hammer.
He took the hammer.
And tried tapping on the golden egg a couple of times.
Ying Jing couldn't watch any longer and guided him directly.
"Use more force, Second Uncle. You're too gentle; you can't feel the strength."
Wen Fu Cheng looked at her, his gaze was evident.
Tonight, Ying Jing was driving the car.
Ying Jing was so involved in the joy of breaking the egg that she didn't realize anything wrong with what she said.
Following her words, Wen Fu Cheng attempted to hit harder.
Then.
The hammer split in two.
