In a ceramic workshop.
Fu Tingyu sat there, wearing a dark gray apron. His fair and slender fingers were covered in mud but they did not seem out of place at all with his noble temperament.
His expression was very serious. Looking at the doll that was about to take shape in his hand, his hand movements became gentler, as if he was afraid of accidentally hurting it.
Shi Yan stood at the side and looked at Sir's extremely noble hands that were covered in mud. He could not help but sigh in his heart.
Chinese Valentine's day was coming and Sir wanted to give Qin Shu a special gift, and he had to make it himself.
Sir had received the highest level in the English Royal Examination Board for piano and had even won first place in an international competition.
These hands were insured for hundreds of millions of dollars.
