Bai Zheng looked at her and smiled lightly: "Get ready, Qingshao should be back soon."
As he said this, he picked up the brush in his hand and dipped it in the ink, neatly sprinkling it on the snow-white paper. It was done in one go.
In a split-second, the words "Voice Workshop" appeared on the paper.
Seeing Bai Zheng's actions, Zhuling did not react at all. These few days, the young miss of her household was either leaving early or returning home late, and was just writing down their names.
He had never expressed any concern about Qingshao.
Zhuling could not help but ask: "How does Miss know, that Qingshao will be back soon?"
Ever since the day the Engagement Banquet was brought away by the palace eunuchs, there had been no news of Qingshao.