Inside the room, Yu Huaijin and Jingzi both looked up at the first moment.
However, after scrutinizing the two people at the table for a while, it seemed they did not become suspicious.
Bi Fang, with her head lowered, searched through a fiery red embroidered bag and picked out a snack she had found in the North Sea, slipping it into her cherry lips under Jingzi's eager peripheral gaze.
Savoring it with joyous squinted eyes.
This fragile girl, who seemed to have many 'benefactors,' chewed on the snack and muttered something under her breath.
"Really… um… fun..."
In front of the redwood desk.
Zhao Rong's expression remained unchanged.
The statement he had just made had two meanings.
First, from his critical perspective, the character '永' written by Zhu Yourong was indeed acceptable,
Second, Master please show some self-respect, stop the subtle movements, and… stop hinting at anything else.
Zhu Yourong, with her face calm, was still bowing her head and silently writing.
