"Little Nu, what were you just reciting?"
Liu Chuanzhi put on a gentle expression and reached out to pat the girl's head.
However, she quickly hid in Widow Yu's embrace.
Liu Chuanzhi's outstretched hand froze awkwardly in mid-air, and his expression immediately soured.
But in front of Widow Yu, a woman whose beauty was rare in Da Liushu Village, or even the whole of Xiahe County Town…
How could Liu Chuanzhi lose face?
'A scholar is magnanimous,' he thought. 'Besides, I'm about to become a Scholar Master. I won't bicker with a child.'
"I was… I was reciting the poem Yue taught me for my mother." Although the smiling man in front of her didn't seem like a good person, and Nu was a little afraid of him deep down…
...when she heard his question, Nu still lifted her head slightly and spoke with pride.
