Song Tingfan's face turned bright red, and his eyes wandered, unsure of where to look.
Lin Qiao remembered something, "Uncle, I'll squeeze in with you for a night, and I'll get another room ready when I have time tomorrow."
Hearing this, Song Tingfan clutched his clothes even tighter—his sister-in-law wanted to sleep with him...
"Alright."
Widow Song instinctively ignored the young man's thoughts, took her clothes, and went into the bathroom to bathe.
She hadn't washed her hair for a few days, so she washed it too. When she came out, the villain was sitting quietly in the courtyard writing on the ground with a stick.
The writing was crooked and not at all pleasing to the eye.
Lin.
Lin Qiao herself was a calligraphy enthusiast, not exactly an expert, but competent enough.
She frowned slightly, resisting the urge to correct him.
The original character probably couldn't even recognize a letter.
