章 237: He Was So Angry That He Puked Blood (VI)

Geini Kange Baobei: "@Yin Yuejia Zhuge Qinmo, I don't worship anyone else but you. To be nice, the host's handwriting is like flying dragons and dancing phoenixes. To be honest, what the heck does she write that you could even understand? You are truly a genius."

Jiang Pengji's handwriting was exactly like her carefree personality. There was a period of time when she had tried to copy Liu Xi's good handwriting, but she stopped when she drew on the coarse cloth. She felt like she had found a new world and she could care less about her handwriting. She completely let go of her feelings when she was writing and her handwriting was for sure way worse than a wild scribble.

Yin Yuejia Zhuge Qinmo: "I'm flattered."

Toudu Feiqiu: "If this is the record for the grain price in the past a couple days, does it mean that our host is starting her operation?"