Lu Changsheng looked at the two sisters and spoke up to remind them.
"Daddy? Since when do cultivators have bad teeth?"
Lu Wangshu revealed her own snow-white, neatly arranged teeth.
Then, with a flick of her index finger and thumb, she popped a candy into her little sister's mouth, saying, "Right, Xiaohe?"
"Mmm-hmm."
Lu Linghe nodded vigorously.
Watching this scene, Lu Changsheng couldn't help but wonder.
Was having Lu Wangshu spend more time getting close to these siblings a good thing, or a bad thing? Could it lead them astray?
He felt it was necessary to seriously consider this issue.
Long after, Lu Changsheng finished polishing a puppet part and stood up, calling it a day.
Although he said he was making a puppet for his daughter,
such a project with its great scope would certainly take a year or two to deliver.
Lu Changsheng, with his children in tow, left the Puppet Workshop and returned to the Lu Family Mansion.
