Wong Qiao withdrew his gaze, picked up the sketch, and carefully spread it out one by one to examine, but failed to utter a single word for quite some time.
"Facing a professional from ancient times," Ye Xinyan felt unsure within, and she humbly inquired, "Well, I am a layman and only managed to do this much after looking over the Construction Regulations issued by the court these past few days. If there's anything improper, Wong..." Ye Xinyan promptly swallowed the word 'bridge', "Third Uncle, please feel free to point it out. We can make corrections according to the right direction, and I can learn a little more skill as well."