"Since Jiaojiao likes this hobby, why not start by copying Master Li Yang's 'Zhai You Lu'? Master Li Yang was a student of Master Wang Yuan, and the two of them had a lot in common in terms of their academic attainments. Jiaojiao should like it."
After such a lengthy speech, Lin Jiaojiao didn't understand how Yan Sihan managed to say it all with a straight face.
He knew that she least enjoyed copying texts.
Her face stiffened for a moment before she chuckled and turned away; she really shot herself in the foot.
Looking at the iced sugar cake beside her, she carefully picked up a piece and put it into her mouth to calm her nerves.
As she was eating, Yan Sihan's voice sounded again: "Copy it by my side. Go and get it."
"Huh?!" Lin Jiaojiao suddenly turned her head, almost choking on the pastry in her mouth. Luckily, she managed to swallow it.
Yan Sihan, with an indifferent expression on his face, handed her a cup of tea and appeared unyielding.
