Qiao Xuan got taken aback. She stood up and smiled. "How did it go?"
Shao Yunduan pinched her wrist, whispering. "We will talk outside."
Qiao Xuan nodded.
The couple waved goodbye to the servant and left.
Getting on the wagon, Qiao Xuan said to Shao Yunduan, "Darling…"
Shao Yunduan sighed slightly, replying in a little distressed tone. "I did not meet the elderly man, but this uncle is excellent too. After a rough look, he said that my handwriting was too small, my strokes were erratic, and my mind was not stable enough. In fact, I also felt a little bit like this, but it was not as thorough as he said."
The servant's comments were sharp and straightforward. A person without self-knowledge would not be able to accept that, and might even mock him for not knowing and pretending to understand everything.
But Shao Yunduan was different.
