Zhao Rong nodded.
With a smile.
In a relaxed tone:
"A gatekeeper came to Shuaixing Hall to inform me, and when I asked, it turned out that Qian'er had arrived. I thought there was some urgent matter, so I let my classmates study on their own, and then hurriedly ran out."
He paused.
"Oh, right, Qing Jun, I haven't told you yet, but I have recently become a teaching assistant for the calligraphy classes of two academies. Today was for a makeup lesson."
Zhao Lingfei watched Zhao Rong, nodding her head.
"Hmm, brother Rong'er is really amazing."
But after praising her husband, she fell silent and instead turned her head to glance at Zhao Qian'er.
The young girl shrank her head and stuck out her tongue.
However, she soon realized something.
Zhao Qian'er, with her chin raised, argued in front of Zhao Lingfei without losing momentum:
"Miss told me to wait and wait, but I was dying of anxiety, and you folks didn't come out."
