Bian Yue looked at the vigorous and powerful thin gold script on the note, feeling a pang of sympathy. In the lower left corner of the note, she wrote in small plum blossom script, "Mr. Shen, take care of your health."
She was so focused on her writing that she didn't notice Shen Zhaoli standing behind her.
"What are you writing there, making it so artistic?"
Bian Yue jumped at the sound, turned her head, and glared at Shen Zhaoli. She was in a bad mood, "Writing that you're an idiot."
"What's wrong with you, Bian Yue? How long has it been since we last saw each other? The moment we reunite, you don't hold back at all, how do you know to scold me!" Shen Zhaoli said teasingly.
Ever since Shen Zhaoli was left out of the last class reunion, Bian Yue hadn't seen him for a long time. Yet, she also heard about Shen Zhaoli's recent situation from Shen Jinci's words.
The once unrestrained Young Master Shen had now become Shen Jinci's right-hand man at Lixing.
