"Of course!" Qingfeng said proudly. This was his favorite thing to do when he was a child! So he learned to knit by himself. The more he knitted, the faster he became.
"By the way, why do you want this thing? Do you want to play with it?" Qingfeng suddenly remembered and asked.
Xin'er smiled, took out some small red ropes from her arms, tied a few bells on the ropes, and then tied them to the sepak takraw ball.
After Xin'er's skillful modification, the sepak takraw ball became more beautiful, the ball moved, and there was a crisp sound of bells.
"Wow, this ball looks much prettier!" Qingfeng exclaimed: "Why did you make this ball so beautiful? Are you giving it to me?"
"Of course - no!" Xin'er glanced at him, took the ball, and skipped away!
"Hey, hey, where are you going? Wait for me..."
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Xin'er has already inquired, the child's mother is called Aunt Zhang!
She went to the most remote servant area in the backyard. Her room seemed to be the last room in the corner corridor!
Qingfeng followed Xin'er and asked puzzledly: "Why are you here?"
"Don't worry about it, you'll know later!" Xin'er walked along the corridor and finally saw the last room. She knocked on the door, but there was no response.
As far as she knows, Aunt Zhang must be working at this time, so the only ones left in the room now are her children!
So, she tried to push the door open——
With a "squeak" sound, the door was pushed open!
Xin'er walked in and saw a small figure cowering in the corner in fear, hugging her legs and shaking non-stop.
His round eyes were full of fear, and he must have recognized Xin'er in that look. He was frightened in the morning, and now he must be very scared when he sees her again!
"Be good, kid. My sister is not a bad person. Don't be afraid. If my sister stepped on you today, she specially gave you a new one. Look, is it beautiful?" Xin'er handed over the takraw ball in her hand.
The little boy's eyes lit up and he wanted to take it, but he didn't dare to take it. He glanced at Xin'er quickly and lowered his head.
"Who is so bold and dares to raise a child in the palace? If the prince knows, he will definitely——"
Before Qingfeng finished speaking, his heart was glaring, and he quickly shut up! Who in the palace didn't know that the young master hated children the most. If he knew, this child would definitely be packed and thrown out!
"Be good, little kid. This is what my sister is paying back to you. Take it, don't be afraid!" Xin'er said to him gently, and slowly handed the ball over and put it in his arms.
The little boy's body slowly stopped trembling. He stretched out his hand and took the sepak takraw ball with a slight smile on his lips.
Suddenly, Qingfeng shouted: "Who!"
Turning her head suddenly, she saw Fenghua standing at the door, as if she was about to turn around and leave, but in her hand, she actually held a newly made sepak takraw ball?
Fenghua's body stiffened, a hint of unspeakable embarrassment flashed through his cold eyes, and he subconsciously put the ball behind him.
As quickly as she reacted, both Xin'er and Qingfeng saw the ball!
Xin'er covered her mouth and smiled. Unexpectedly, the lady would also come to deliver the ball!
The little boy was so frightened by Qingfeng's shout just now that he threw the ball to the ground. His whole body was trembling. When he saw Fenghua's face, he became even more frightened. She was the one who crushed his ball just now!
He wanted to cry, but his mother warned him not to cry anymore, otherwise he would be kicked out! Then there would be no food and no place to live, and the mother and son would end up on the streets...