After a long time, Nan Xin finally adjusted her mindset and was forced to accept reality.
She toyed with the delicate little pistol in her hand and called to Shang Yin, "Yi Bao, do you like this? If not, I'll give you an album and you can choose a style yourself?"
The little cub returned to her side with the Colt, "Third Aunt, this is so small."
"Of course, Aunt specially customized it for you. Try it on and see if it fits."
The small pistol Nan Xin gave Shang Yin was only half the size of an adult's palm.
Of course, it didn't have bullets inside. Nan Xin's intention was to let the little guy familiarize himself with the structure of hot weapons and send him more actual items when he grows up.
But now it seems this was all quite unnecessary.
The ones in his little wardrobe directly outshined the children's versions she gave him.
...
At eleven in the morning, Li Qiao returned to the mansion.
Nan Xin enthusiastically waited for her at the entrance, "Bao..."
