It was that piece of paper that she had used to record the prices of various goods which she had inquired from the kitchen staff at Fortune Mansion today.
As it was inconvenient to bring a brush and ink, she only brought the charcoal stick when she set off in the morning.
Now that she was back, she naturally had to jot down the contents.
After some thought, Qin Xiaoyao eventually spoke to Song Que.
"Hubby…" She was just about to ask Song Que to help her transfer the notes. After all, she had to show it to her mother-in-law.
And her mother-in-law would definitely not recognize the simplified Chinese characters she wrote.
Song Que looked towards her.
His attractive eyes seemed to be hiding a flirtatious look as if he could read her underlying meaning, and she self-consciously fell silent.
"What's the matter?" When Song Que saw her reaction, he could not help but reveal a hint of a smile.
That was such a familiar expression.
