Su Qingwan looked up at the window and said, "Then, Young Master, can you copy a poem for me? Can you copy it from the book you just mentioned?"
Luo Qingzhou was speechless.
"If you don't agree, I will be thick-skinned and stay here today. I won't leave."
Su Qingwan said stubbornly.
Qin Weimo, who was standing at the side, could not help but persuade her gently. "Elder Sister Su, don't make things difficult for my brother-in-law. He's sick today, so it's indeed inconvenient."
In response, Su Qingwan took a few steps forward, bowed, and stood outside the window without saying anything else.
The room fell silent.
The maidservants and grannies also looked at each other. Then, they looked at the shadow on the window and held their breaths.
Time passed by as they were in a deadlock.
After a while, the young man in the room sighed and compromised. "Miss Su, please tell me the topic."