"What is..." Cong Ying looked at Luo Qianqian with curiosity.
He Wenyu quickly pulled her aside and explained in a whisper, this kind of thing shouldn't be heard by the Eldest Princess, it's not good for prenatal education.
After listening, Cong Ying was dumbfounded, her cheeks flushed as she helplessly looked at Luo Qianqian. How could there be such literature?
"Do you have any samples? I'll check them out, and maybe ask if anyone can write..."
Luo Qianqian was stunned—already blushing like that, and still asking for samples? Truly dedicated...
But then, she saw He Wenyu indeed taking out a sample, instantly feeling speechless. When she has time to kill, she really can do things like this, can't she? It doesn't look thin; how long would it take to copy it all?
