Qian Yixiu was very fond of this way of expressing things; it felt intimate without being startling.
She had noticed long ago that Liang Jinzhao had a high EQ, his mind was much more profound than Zhang Yang and Song Huaijin even when he was young. Perhaps he was like his grandfather, Old Duke Liang, whom even Mr. Yu and Grandpa Pan called Old Fox Liang Zechong.
Just as she was about to put away the letter after reading it, her hand was preempted by another—it was Qian Yeejin.
After reading it, Qian Yeejin shook his head and commented, "After all, he is a military officer, lacking literary grace, not even on par with our father. There's not a single reference to classical texts throughout, it reads like a ledger, without any readability..." It was like a teacher critiquing a student's essay, and a highly unsatisfying one at that.
Qian Yixiu smiled without saying a word and took the letter back to put it away.
