Gu Qiaoqiao's eyes brimmed with emotion as she couldn't help but exclaim, "How do you even know how to do this?"
"I learned it from Great Grandfather. When he was in a foul mood, he liked to weave baskets. I was always by his side, and naturally, I picked it up just by watching."
Gu Qiaoqiao squatted in front of him and gently uttered an "oh."
Charming and adorable.
Qin Yize felt a stir in his heart, lifted his head, and gazed intently at Gu Qiaoqiao, then suddenly asked in a low voice, "Qiaoqiao, in half a year, you will be turning 20, right?"
Ah?
Why did he suddenly ask about her age?
Only then did Gu Qiaoqiao notice Qin Yize's intense gaze on her face. She met his eyes, but under his slightly imposing stare, she hastily averted her gaze.
It took a moment before she feigned calm and nodded, "Yes, that's right. What about it?"
"Nothing…" Qin Yize said hoarsely, then picked up the basket in his hand and said nonchalantly, "It's still a bit small."
A bit small?
