"Who did you learn this handwriting from?"
The gaze had taken on a probing tone, Yi Chichi could feel it.
Her heart skipped a beat. Was He Yunsong asking this question out of pure curiosity, or had he become suspicious of her?
If it was mere curiosity, it made sense.
If it was suspicion, what was the reason for his doubt?
In an instant, her mind went into overdrive, but she maintained her usual calm demeanor on the surface. Even her voice was steady and composed.
"Self-taught!"
Confident and decisive.
He Yunsong's mouth twitched, was she taking him for a fool to deceive?
"If you don't want to say, you don't have to. I'm not insisting on knowing, but there's no need to fool me."
Yi Chichi rolled her eyes, "Just wash up and go to sleep, buddy, everything's there in your dreams."
The words stung a little, nearly pushing He Yunsong into silence.
But he remained resilient, showing a spirit that grew stronger with resistance.
"I..."
"Shut up!"
