Zi Cao stood up and walked to the table. She reached out her left hand and picked up the pen that Ye Xiaoxi had just put down.
Tattering with ink, leaving the word.
Gifting Ziqian wasn't a matter of time, but rather, it was a matter of time.
In the hall, everyone except Madam Hua Rui stood up from their seats. If it weren't for Madam Hua Rui sitting there, they would have rushed over to have a look.
Surprisingly, his left hand could also write.
Since seeing Zi Cao pick up the brush, Nanny Kang's face changed completely. She had thought that Zi Cao might defect at the last minute, but she never thought that this servant girl could write with her left hand.
When Zi Cao put down the pen, Ye Nanxi picked up the paper and looked at Madam Huarui. "Now, there are both evidence and material
