Qian Yue quickly jumped out of bed and ran to the window in just a few steps to catch the flying sword. She took off the reply and started reading it intently.
Then, with just one look, her expression twisted a little.
"Mr. Wang's handwriting... Could it be that Mr. Wang dictated and that idiot Shen Qingming took the pen? Oh well, as long as the face is good-looking, why bother with the handwriting."
Qian Yue quickly found a reason to excuse Wang Jiu, then immersed herself in the content of the reply again, and moments later, her expression became so radiant it seemed it might melt.
"Ah, Mr. Wang Jiu calls me Ms. Qian Yue. This must be fully acknowledging my femininity and feminine charm. Hmm, after all, usually, he's always with that flat-chested, buttless little girl. Only through comparison does damage happen."
"Wow, every one of my questions is answered so thoroughly, it's just like treating an intimate girlfriend."
