Standing in the crowd, Female Hooligan stared at the Wooden Horse for a long time. An odd gleam appeared on her face, as though something had occurred to her, yet she still couldn't quite grasp it. That strange feeling of having something on the tip of her tongue but being unable to get it out was maddening.
"This should be something Qin Fen put together, right?" she asked uncertainly.
"Qin Fen? Was that the young man who fainted earlier?" An old man beside her looked up at the Wooden Horse in surprise.
"Yes, I think it was him!" Female Hooligan said, sounding certain now.
"Is he a carpenter? How does this work? Mechanical transmission? Or does it use an electric motor?" The old man was very interested. At his age, after everything he had seen, there were very few things left in this world that could arouse his curiosity.
Female Hooligan stared speechlessly. How would she know? Since when had Qin Fen possessed this sort of skill? At the thought of Queen Mother's appearance, she gritted her teeth. That brat had certainly been getting more capable lately. No wonder he no longer took the bait when they chatted. He had found something better.
"I'm not really sure. He's always so mysterious." Female Hooligan was telling the truth. The guy was like a treasure trove whose value you could never fully gauge.
"Oh, I see. What does he do, then? He must have studied mechanical engineering or electrical automation, right?" The old man was a university lecturer. Although he didn't teach science, his general knowledge was still quite broad.
"He's just a cook!" Female Hooligan said vehemently. Instead of sticking to cooking, he had recently started messing around with some ridiculous tailoring. And look, he had brought another woman back! The