After this period of settling down, he no longer felt too much anxiety about the fact that he only had seventeen years left to live.
Seventeen more years.
This time is enough for him to do a lot of things.
It was a good thing for him that he knew his fate in advance.
At least he can arrange everything within a limited time.
He was not so confused that he just kicked his legs and died.
Looking at Fusu's red eyes, Ying Zheng spoke in a rare gentle tone.
"Why panic? It's just some historical records."
"yes."
Qi Pan said, "Isn't this something everyone is familiar with? Why are you so excited?"
"Were you not paying attention in class?"
Fusu knew that his father was reminding him not to reveal his identity.
So he sniffed and forced out a laugh that was uglier than crying.
"Haha... Yeah, I was distracted at the time and didn't hear any of that."
"I can tell you're just like me, always daydreaming in class."
Qi Pan said, "When I bend down to pick up a pen, the world changes."
Speaking of pens, Qi Pan remembered the method of making a brush that he gave to Ying Zheng last time.
She said to Ying Zheng, "Hey, brother, you said last time that you wanted to make brushes. When will you start making them?"
ah?
Brush?
A few days ago, he gave Meng Tian the recipe for making a brush.
Meng Tian hasn't reported the production progress to him yet.
Ying Zheng said, "It's already being prepared. Sir, do you want a brush?"
"yes."
Qi Pan nodded and said, "If you make the finished product, can you bring two to me?"
"I'll trade something with you."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
