He walked directly into the hall and saw Anqi sitting at the inkstone, writing with brush and ink.
Xiao Luming walked over.
Anqi did not notice, still meticulously writing.
Anqi's handwriting was fluid and rich; it had been excellent since she was young. When she studied under Prime Minister Song, she often heard the Prime Minister generously praising Anqi's calligraphy.
Similarly studying under Prime Minister Song, An Youyou's writing was little better than scrawls.
Xiao Luming quietly stood by Xiao Anqi's side, watching her concentrate on her writing, not noticing anyone beside her.
After a long time, Anqi put down the brush.
At that moment, when she looked up, she saw Xiao Luming.
Clearly startled.
She didn't know when Luming came to her side and whether he saw what she wrote.
"Am I so frightening?" Xiao Luming asked her.
His tone was neither warm nor cold.
