"For me?"
Hua Xiaomai's heart instantly filled with hesitation as she took the letter, only to see her name written on the envelope in a graceful script.
She was startled for a moment before remembering that she "should" be illiterate and somewhat awkwardly flashed Zhao Laoye a smile, "It's really strange, who would write to me? I can't even understand it."
Fortunately, she was a cook, and on normal days, she didn't need much opportunity to read and write. Moreover, her husband was a warrior; otherwise, her secret would have been exposed sooner or later!
Zhao Laoye chuckled, "It's from Boss Song, who just sent it over to me yesterday—you not knowing how to read isn't a big issue. I suppose there's nothing between you and Yuhuai that can't be spoken out loud. Why not let him read it to you? Isn't that convenient?"
Boss Song... Does he mean Song Jingxi?
