Others were lost in wild thoughts, sneering continuously, but only Fang Yourong remained calm as Water, speaking lightly and indifferently: "I used to believe what you said, but henceforth, I probably won't listen anymore."
Jiaojiao: "!!!"
What the hell! This is totally going off the rails! Yuyu, you better explain!
Qin Yu gently called out: "Senior Sister."
Fang Yourong, just about to leave, turned back and glanced at her. Qin Yu said: "Then I won't speak in the future; I'll write for you to see. I'm decent at writing."
Fang Yourong: "..."
The Fifth Daoling quickly recalled someone's handwriting. As someone accustomed to ballpoint pens and computer keyboards in modern times, Qin Yu really wasn't suited for brush calligraphy.
Just... barely okay, I guess.
Can't be called good.
Some Prime Minister once secretly disdained and openly mocked it.
"You seem pretty certain that I'll always indulge you."
Fang Yourong's expression remained undisturbed.
