Even the tone and expression of their words were very similar to Yingluo.
this child is always so rude. Xu Huanying laughed.
While Su Jin yang was still in a daze, a large drop of ink fell on the invitation.
Seeing that the fountain pen was about to stain su Jinyang's sleeve, Xu Huanying quickly grabbed his wrist. be careful. I told you that your fountain pen is not good. It's more than 40 years old. The signing pens these days are so useful. Why did you have to use it? "
Su also raised her eyes nonchalantly and glanced at the pen.
The picture of a Lion Dog was printed on it, and the metal around the pen cap had faded a little.
Su Jinyang didn't say anything and continued to write another invitation.
He had specially used this pen to write the invitation.
It was because this pen had a special meaning to him.
