Feng Gu hurriedly declined, looking rather aggrieved: "Sister Nan Feng, I do recognize some characters but I don't know how to write."
"Still better than me, I guess?" Nan Feng said.
"No, no, Sister Nan Feng, you know many more characters than I do. There are many characters that I don't fully recognize, they know me but I don't know them," Feng Gu said.
Nan Feng thought for a moment, then casually tossed away the pen, "Forget about writing, you just go according to the address on the application form and notify each store, just tell them to gather at the Yuelai Tea House in town tomorrow at noon."
Feng Gu, being spared from writing, made a run for it.
After tossing away the pen and paper, Nan Feng was about to close up shop, but she saw a man standing outside the door who had possibly been there for quite a while.
It had been some days since they had seen each other, yet he looked even more elegant and had a refined charm.
Of course, he had also become increasingly scholarly.
