Song Qingci: "..."

Okay, she felt guilty.

Indeed, she hated practicing calligraphy since she was a child and was unwilling to put in the effort, so her handwriting was indeed very ordinary.

But it’s still much better than Xunxun!

But she didn't dare to say it because she was afraid that Xunxun would start to make a fuss.

What if Mr. Fu San asked her to practice calligraphy with Xunxun, wouldn't she be digging a hole and burying herself?

resist.

Her parents asked her to practice calligraphy, but she refused.

Since her third uncle had asked, it was difficult for her to refuse!

Therefore, it is better to keep things peaceful.

But Xunxun was still nagging about this: "My dad asked me to write a big calligraphy, and it turned out like this after I finished it..."

He sat upright, frowning, looking extremely unhappy, just like a young Master Fu San.

Song Qingci was amused by Xunxun and laughed out loud.

"You are truly your father's biological son, guaranteed."

"Need you to tell me?" Xunxun said, "They all say I look like dad, and Jinyue too."

Song Qingci thought about it and found that their eyebrows and eyes were exactly the same.

"Then he scolded me and told me to practice calligraphy. I won't practice today. When he asked me, I just said, I'm helping you with the work, hehe."

Song Qingci: Holy crap!

Don't do such harmful things.

What if Mr. Fu San comes to call for punishment?

"Come here quickly." Song Qingci said in front of the desk, "Come and write!"

Xunxun stood up and was about to run out.

Song Qingci chased him out, quick-witted and quick-handed, and grabbed him by the collar: "Don't hurt me, come back and write!"

She can't bear this responsibility.

"I don't, I don't, let me go..."

"What are you doing?" Mr. Fu San walked into the yard at some point and looked at the two people in confusion.