C325 Dead

Ye Jianrong kicked the boy's door open.

Unlike the chaos outside, the boy inside was sitting in front of his desk and raising his brush to practice.

Ye Jianrong was angry and walked over. She grabbed the brush in his hand and shouted, "You still have the mood to practice calligraphy!"

The boy glanced at Ye Jianrong and took the brush from her hand. He smiled and said