In fact, Meng Jingyi felt even more awkward and uncomfortable with Ye Zhi Ning staying there. She hoped she would leave soon or entertain herself without bothering her.
Unfortunately, Ye Zhi Ning's enthusiasm couldn't be resisted, so Meng Jingyi had no choice but to write slowly, stroke by stroke.
"Look, writing it the way I taught you, doesn't the handwriting look prettier?" Ye Zhi Ning was quite satisfied with her teaching results.
Meng Jingyi forced a smile. It was truly a case of having to swallow one's bitterness in silence.
Ye Zhi Ning even found a book and sat down not far from Meng Jingyi, reading and supervising at the same time, making Meng Jingyi feel like crying without tears. Indeed, enjoying good food requires paying a price...
From now on, she would never be greedy for food again, boohoo!!!
It was so hard to finish writing a book, and two blisters appeared on the palm of Meng Jingyi's hand. It was really painful.
