Ji Rou clenched her fists, took a deep breath and took another deep breath, and tried to adjust her breath. She was weaker than him and couldn't bring him down, so she could only bear it.

She put on a bright smile: "Young Master Qin, you misunderstood. Actually, I really want to write, but I don't know what I'm doing wrong, so I ask Young Master Qin to give me some pointers."

"I don't know what's wrong?" Qin Yinze raised his eyebrows and asked.