"What did you write?"
Under Shen Chuwei's curious questioning, Lady Taoyan whispered, "It's a poem. We need to be reserved; being too explicit would surely scare Song Qing."
Shen Chuwei felt it made sense. Song Qing was not Xiao Jinyan—someone who could remain calm and composed after saying I love you.
Song Qing was easily frightened.
"Song Qing is so smart, he'll surely understand the meaning behind the poem. We'll see his reaction tomorrow to know the outcome."
At this moment, Lady Taoyan was somewhat nervous. It was the first time in her life she had taken such bold action. She had no choice; Song Qing was too popular. If she didn't act quickly, someone else would snatch him up.
Susu looked at her palm, where there was still a clump of dirt that just wouldn't wipe off. You can't eat until your hands are clean, she thought, feeling a bit anxious.
"Mommy, it's dirty here."