"Ah! Mr. Ren, why are you here?"
Yujin snapped back to reality, feeling guilty like a thief and hastily hiding the needle and thread and clothes behind him, his face full of unease.
He hung his head like a child who had done something wrong, not daring to look at Ren Zhong.
When Mr. Ren handed him the gun, he said he hoped Yujin could soon gain real combat ability, but here he was doing needlework.
He thought Mr. Ren might scold him.
At this moment, it was Yujin's mother who was more adept in handling the situation.
The old woman quickly stood up from the sewing machine, her face full of smiles, gesturing animatedly as she explained for her son, "Mr. Ren, why are you here? It's like this, I'm a bit overwhelmed with work, and Yujin had some free time, so I pressured him to lend a hand. Hahaha, it's really too difficult for this young boy. Hahaha! Why are you still standing there? Mr. Ren must have something to discuss with you, quickly put down your things and follow him!"
