Old Master Qin was shocked. 'The female miracle doctor knows how to weave a basket? Shouldn't she be as otherworldly as her cold and proud appearance? Why is she so down to earth?'
Su Qing acted as if there was no one else around. She did not care about Old Master Qin's surprised look at all. She continued to weave her wicker basket. Seeing that her weaving progress had increased by another bar, her eyes were filled with a satisfied look.
Old Master Qin placed the chess piece on the chessboard and could not help but look at Su Qing. The way she lowered her head was less cold and gentler, and this gentleness gave him a familiar feeling.
Old Master Qin couldn't help but take another look. Su Qing happened to raise his head, and those eyes that were as cold as an ice pool no longer had the gentleness from before. The sense of familiarity had also disappeared.
