"Er Niu? Who is Er Niu? I don't know him."
Ling Si shook her head in confusion; among her friends, none had such a name.
She grew up in the royal palace, where everyone she came in contact with was either wealthy or noble; how could anyone have such a name?
Even if there was, they probably wouldn't use such a nickname publicly.
"Don't know?"
Upon hearing this, Su Changqing was thoroughly puzzled, and after casting a suspicious glance at Ling Si, he frowned and fell into deep thought.
"Zhi Yu, since Ling Si is done, it's your turn now."
After expressing admiration, Mo Lan and the others turned their gaze towards Su Changqing.
Although Su Changqing's performance just now was quite impressive, they didn't hold out much hope.
After all, the poem Ling Si had just crafted was too astounding; the possibility of surpassing it was negligible.
Indeed.
