Shulan couldn't help but laugh, "Madam, there's no use getting angry at this brush."
Xin He glared at her, making Shulan closed her mouth in embarrassment.
After giving vent to her anger for a while, Xin He had no choice but to pick up the writing brush again and ponder deeply. If she could not complete her "assignment" today, she fears that the workload would double tomorrow. She had finally experienced the power of this childish man.
"If we'd known this would happen, we should have listened to my advice and not written these love letters...and they're so...you know the master's temper, it would be strange if he didn't get angry now." Thinking about it, Shulan couldn't help but sigh.
Just when they had finally pacified the Master, a stack of love letters arrived unexpectedly, reigniting his suppressed anger.
Xiaoyu suddenly asked, "But why did Miss Fifth of the Song family suddenly send these letters back?"