Ziluo was very attentive. She even took a handkerchief and helped Chu Jin wipe off the ink on his desk before leaving.
Seeing that his daughter was sensible and attentive, a hint of relief flashed in Chu Heng's eyes.
He suddenly thought of Ziluo, whom Madam Ye did not raise well in his previous life. How could the current Ziluo compare to her?
He could not help but feel glad and satisfied. Looking at the tea in front of him, he stirred it with a wooden spoon for a moment and took a sip. The sweet and sour taste lingered in his mouth.
A smile suddenly appeared on his face.
Outside, Ye Muyu was changing out of her clothes and apron.
When she was making ink in the afternoon, her hands and apron were stained with a lot of ink.
After she changed out of her apron, she took it to the wooden basin next to the well to soak it and was about to put the soap in.
