This mud doll had been placed here for quite some time now; it was the only decorative item on his desk, aside from the usual office supplies.
Whenever he felt tired from work or when he was in a foul mood, he would habitually take the doll in his hand and fiddle with it.
This time was no exception.
Looking at the doll's bright smiling face, Leng Zimo's mood improved considerably.
However, speaking of which, who had given him this thing?
Every time he looked at the doll, this question would arise, and of course, he could never think of the answer.
Gently touching the doll's little face with his fingertips, he casually spun the doll between his fingers, playing with it.
Catching a glimpse of a red imprint at the bottom of the doll out of the corner of his eye, Leng Zimo slightly raised his eyebrows, then rotated the doll towards himself to view the base.
The base of the doll was unpainted, the white of its original color highlighted by a bright red handprint.
