She carried the stack of love letters and ran to his study.
She almost bumped into a servant in the corridor.
"I'm sorry, miss mu. I'm sorry, young master."
However, mu Xiaoxiao didn't even have time to respond before she ran into the study.
Yin Shaojie also chased after her.
On the desk, mu Xiaoxiao unfolded the other crumpled papers, smoothed them out, and put them together.
She hugged the pile of love letters as if she was hugging a treasure.
"This is definitely the best love letter in the world!"
Even though he was not satisfied with these love letters, they were the most perfect love letters in her heart.
Mu Xiaoxiao was sure that there wouldn't be a better love letter!
She jumped in front of him and smiled with curved eyes.
"You gave me such a wonderful love letter, so I have a present for you."
"What gift?" Yin Shaojie didn't expect her to like it so much.
It was just a pile of scrap drafts, why was she so happy?