Third Master Qin's handwriting wasn't very good. She could barely read it.
Qin Yiyi expressed a little disgust.
Anyway, this Third Master, didn't he know how to practice writing?
His writing was like a dog scratching.
Although she didn't say it out loud, Third Master Qin had some discerning and sharp eyes. After feeling that his handwriting was despised by the other party, he was so angry that his lungs almost exploded.
In the end, he threw the pen away with hatred, his face filled with malice.
"If you don't dare, kneel down on the ground and kowtow three times and call me grandfather Qin a hundred times. Today, I will show mercy and spare you."
Qin Yiyi chuckled softly and walked to the table that was moved at the last minute.
She stretched out her slender jade-like fingers and grabbed the pen that Third Master Qin threw to the side.
The girl's face was fair and her forehead was full and smooth.
