It was only quite some time later when Fan Huang received the registered letter.
Upon receipt, spotting another piece of paper inside, he unrolled it to find Suizi's distinct, legible script before his eyes.
Fan Huang held the piece of paper, staring at it for a full five minutes.
During these long five minutes, it seemed as if he had turned into a stone statue, his body completely unmoving, only subtle changes in his facial expression betraying any sense of his feelings.
From anger to raised eyebrows and then to laughter, ever shifting.
"This lass..." Fan Huang chuckled and shook his head.
A child drenched in poetry and literature, their tantrums even carry an irresistible scent of ink, quite lovely indeed.
The children Lijun raised in the countryside, whether in virtue or in knowledge, far surpass several young people in the family who are the same age as Suizi.
Such a rich array of expressions teased the curiosity of Meng Jun, who was waiting for Fan Huang's signature.
