Half an hour later, the group of men cried and begged for mercy. “Young Master, we can fight a war, we can guarantee that we will go through hell and back, but… to make a greeting card… it’s too difficult for us, we simply can’t do it!”


  Baby Chu replied angrily, “Who’s asking you guys to fight and kill! It’s just simple craft homework. Can’t you guys do it?”


  “I really can’t!”


  “Exactly! It’s much harder than beating someone up!”


  “That’s right! When we were young, having food to eat and a book to read was already a luxury! How can we deal with such difficult homework now?!”


  Baby Chu hated them for being so disappointing, so he sought Gu Jinglian’s help.

  He picked up his notebook and headed for the man’s study.

  Gu Jinglian was practicing calligraphy when Baby Chu pushed open the door and walked in. He used both his hands and feet to climb on top of the man. Then, he placed the craft paper and scissors in front of him, on top of the calligraphy rice paper and boldly requested, “Uncle, make me a greeting card!”


  Gu Jinglian was dumbstruck.

  He looked coldly at the ink stains that Baby Chu had accidentally made on the rice paper. Holding back his anger, he asked the boy through gritted teeth, “Are you looking for trouble?”


  “Uncle, help me!” Baby Chu tugged at his sleeve pitifully and looked like he was about to burst into tears. “If you won’t help me, no one else would!”


  “Do it yourself!”


  “But I don’t know how!”


  Baby Chu said pitifully, “I don’t know how to use a pair of scissors. It’s so difficult…” He bit his lip and extended his hands pitifully. His fingertips were plastered with band-aids. It was obvious that he had suffered multiple cuts!

  Gu Jinglian frowned and a trace of nervousness finally appeared in his eyes. “What happened?”


  “I… I don’t know how to use a pair of scissors! That’s why I keep cutting my fingers!”


  Gu Jinglian’s lips twitched for a moment and he said impatiently, “How troublesome!”


  However, despite his stubbornness, he picked up the scissors and snorted. “What do you need to make?”


  “A greeting card!” The child smiled wickedly. “A three-dimensional one!”


  Three-dimensional greeting card!?

  Who would know how to make something like that!?

  Gu Jinglian’s face darkened. He folded a piece of craft paper into two halves and then waved it.

  A minute later, a dazed Baby Chu held up the card that Gu Jinglian had created. It was a white piece of craft paper. He had folded it in half and written two large words on it with a brush—”three-dimensional”!

  “Done.” Gu Jinglian held his chin. “Three-dimensional greeting card.”


  The boy’s eyes widened in shock. “There’s such a thing?”


  “Didn’t you say you needed to make a three-dimensional greeting card!?”


  Gu Jinglian pointed at the two words on it. “Yes, very three-dimensional.”


  “…”


  What a painstaking effort.

  “Uncle, you’re too perfunctory. Is a three-dimensional greeting card so difficult to make?”


  “It’s harder than giving you a wallop.”


  “…”


  Baby Chu would have been really dense if he had missed the man’s threats between those lines.

  He obediently packed his belongings and walked to the door with a frown. Gu Jinglian looked at the aggrieved child’s back view and scowled. What a useless fellow!

  Late night.

  Chu He walked past the study and saw that the lights were on in the room.

  Puzzled, she pushed open the door and saw Gu Jinglian sitting at his desk, yawning lazily.

  On the desk, there were all kinds of craft papers scattered everywhere. There were all kinds of colorful paper, craft cutters, scissors, and tools.

  He looked a little tired and lowered his head. The greeting card was already half done.