Su Yingxue didn't understand Chu Yifeng's feelings for Rong Sheng. Right now, finding a way to deal with Wu Dao was more important to her.
She studied what Rong Sheng had written in his book and came up with a plan, but first she went to a tavern.
Ah Hong, holding the book written by Rong Sheng, didn't dare to even touch its corners with his own hands. He presented it to Chu Yihan, along with the silk it was wrapped in, and washed and dried his hands in front of Chu Yihan.
Chu Yihan held Rong Sheng's book in his palm, gently caressing it, a devilish curve forming at the corner of his mouth, "Sister's handwriting, after practicing for so long, is still like a child's scribbles."
He remembered when he first met Rong Sheng, she was like a fairy high above, proficient in everything.
But her handwriting alone was unbearably ugly.
