In the room, a handsome little boy was folding something.
"Xiaoyan, what are you doing?" A tall man pushed open the door and walked in.
"Nothing!" Su Yan instinctively covered the thing he was making.
"Uncle saw it!" Su Xingmo chuckled.
Seeing that his concealment was ineffective, Su Yan simply let go of his hand.
"Why is Xiaoyan doing this kind of craft?" Su Xingmo looked at the item on the table that his nephew would definitely not touch.
"The teacher asked us to make a craft," Su Yan thought for a moment and said. If one looked closely, they could see a hint of nervousness in him, because he was lying.
But today, Su Xingmo was in a good mood and did not notice his nephew's expression. He patted the nephew's shoulder, "Then Xiaoyan, work hard. Uncle will buy you something delicious when I come back!"
"Okay." Su Yan just wanted to send his uncle away quickly so he could continue his crafting, so he replied casually.
