Shanshan's finger was pointing at a pirate puppet with a missing leg.
On stage, as the strings on its body moved swiftly, its wooden body moved as if alive.
Hearing this, the middle-aged man beside them burst into laughter.
"Little girl, that's not a toy—it's their prop, and they won't sell it."
But Charles didn't think so; he gently patted Shanshan's little leg. "Alright, let's finish watching this show, and then I'll buy it for you."
It was the first time his daughter had asked him for something, and he felt obliged to fulfill his duty as a father.
Soon, the puppet show on the small stage ended, the pirates being eaten by a monster from the sea as the final conclusion.
Charles led Shanshan through a side door into the cramped puppet theater.
Upon hearing Charles's request, the puppet theater's manager, a stout man with a big beard, immediately stated that the item was a custom-made performance puppet and absolutely not for sale.