In an instant, she didn't know where the strength came from. She fiercely grabbed the ink bottle on Huo Ziming's table and threw it towards the direction where the strange words were spoken in the crowd...
Ink splattered, but luckily most people quickly avoided it.
But……
Because Jasmine moved too fast, a few drops of ink dripped down from the ink bottle. The calligraphy that Huo Ziming had just written, which was originally white and black, and was extremely fluent and beautiful, was immediately stained with several ink marks, as if
A few drops of black tears.
Jasmine was stunned.
I just felt like my whole body was being pricked by needles.
She just threw the ink bottle. No matter who it hit, she didn't want to care. The worst thing she could do was pay some money. She had plenty of money, and they deserved it. Who wants them to scold their mother!
However, Huo Ziming...
Huo Ziming lowered his eyes and pursed his rose-like lips.
Slowly, slowly, I stared at my calligraphy for a while.
His movements were very elegant, but Jasmine felt a shiver run down her spine...
He...what would he do?...
... He is so arrogant and dislikes her so much. If he soiled his calligraphy, would he beat himself up or scold himself?
If that's the case...it can actually be considered...a little compensation...
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But Huo Ziming didn't do this.
He just looked at the calligraphy that he spent two noon hours writing. It was a Father's Day gift he originally planned to give to his father.
But she was ruined by such an arrogant and willful little girl who didn't know what the heavens and the earth were...
There was a little beast roaring in his heart, but he suppressed it in the end. Everyone said that he was just like his father when he was a boy, a terrifyingly calm boy.
He just slowly rolled up the words, tilted his head, thought about it, and then crumpled it into a ball!
Then, he threw it into the trash can!!
The onlookers exclaimed!
Everyone saw how much effort he put into writing this calligraphy, and he didn't even take a few bites of lunch. Moreover, the calligraphy was indeed very well written. Although everyone couldn't see it clearly, it was really beautiful!
It was because Situ Moli got mad and dropped ink on the prince's calligraphy, which caused the prince to write in vain for two days. Situ Moli went too far!
Someone shouted: "Prince, why did you lose your calligraphy? It's just a few marks. Just wipe it and it'll be fine!"
"Yeah, it's so well written, what a pity..."
The nymphomaniac little girls were gearing up and staring at the trash can, thinking that they would snatch the picture and hang it on their bedside.
Jasmine stood there blankly, her heart full of apologies.
She mumbled and said: "Well, Huo, Huo Ziming, yes, I'm sorry... I, I didn't mean it. In fact, I can find someone to come... clean the ink..."
Huo Ziming didn't say anything. He couldn't be bothered to deal with such a princess-sick woman.
Clean it up? That's so easy to say.
Although he is only a ten-year-old boy, he is an extreme perfectionist.
In this regard, he is also like his father.
His mother would often point his nose at home and say lovingly: "You, you learned this bad temper from your father!"
Therefore, he is extremely demanding for perfection. Although he has worked hard for this calligraphy, if it is dirty, it will be useless.
This chapter has been completed!