Inside the hotel lounge…
Song Fengwan locked the door from the inside, and Qiao Aiyun untied her clothes to breastfeed the little fellow. Tang Jingci turned her head in embarrassment and lowered her head to carefully carve the peony on the red agate bead.
Little Mr. Yan was well-behaved. He seldom cried when he was hungry and needed his diaper changed. This required Qiao Aiyun to grasp the time to feed him and change his diapers.
"Big Sister Tang, you know how to carve?" Song Fengwan sat beside her and observed her hands.
Song Fengwan had seen artisans before. Without exception, their fingers were covered with thick calluses. Her fingers were slender and even fairer and smoother than hers.
Holding the red agate bead, her fingers looked as white as white brocade.
She was an art student, and she held a paintbrush all year round, so calluses would inevitably form on her fingertips.
"Yes, I learned a little from my father."
