Bore didn't need to struggle anymore, but she secretly bit her lip. On one side was a washed-up and ungrateful old woman, on the other, a beautiful and popular courtesan, admired by the entire city. Even a blind man would know which to choose; how could you choose wrong?
Yu Lou looked up, a complex expression in her eyes…
Lin Su raised her hand, handing her the flower: “Sister Yu Lou, my brother asked me to bring you a poem.”
Yu Lou's eyes suddenly welled up with tears: “Write it down!”
Lin Su turned to the table beside him, picked up a pen…
Everyone's eyes were filled with mockery. He can even hold a pen?
Lin Su's brush moved swiftly, finishing the poem in a flash…
“Read it!” Young Master Jin smiled. “Let’s see what poem our Second Young Master Lin can write.”
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