"Oh my heavens, finally done, I'm ready to die."
Li Haoming gritted his teeth and endured copying three hundred times, wanting to throw the pen far away, venting the depression he had suppressed all day.
"Boss, are you really going to copy six hundred times? If you keep copying, your arm will be useless."
After handing in his punishment assignments, he didn't have the nerve to leave hastily and embarrassingly came to Su Qingluo's side.
"Mm."
Su Qingluo nodded slightly, placing a newly copied sheet of rice paper on the corner of the desk.
There were already four stacks of rice paper on the table, each stack had one hundred sheets.
"Boss, I've already starved anyway, might as well stay here and keep you company."
Li Haoming rubbed his tired and sore arm, sitting down.
"Wah!"
Suddenly, Little Prince's crying sounded from outside the classroom.
His ears twitched, and he looked back sharply, seeing Little Prince bawling with tearful eyes, running in.
"Sister, Sister...."
