Yue Xin, who was in a daze, was speechless. She helplessly flipped to the fourth page and began to recite a poem.
"The ancients were knowledgeable. The young and strong worked hard to achieve what they had started. They learned it on paper and learned it to the end. They knew that this matter had to be done."
Yue Xin's language was not good, but she could understand the meaning of poetry. It was to persuade people to cherish time, study hard, and practice to obtain true knowledge.
She was very obedient and read another poem when she was asked to.
Yue Lingchen opened the various applications that had been submitted to him and read them before signing them. "Continue."
Yue Xin was speechless. She felt like she was a repeater now. She could only continue reading until someone started to enter the office to look for Yue Lingchen to sign. Only then did she have time to rest.