Nan Song raised his head in surprise, "Brother, you can still say 'nature'. Your Chinese has improved."

Luo Junheng stopped talking, his crimson lips pressed into a tight line, and his azure eyes stared at Nan Song, sinking deeply, making Nan Song's spine shiver.

She lowered her head silently, not daring to make any more jokes.

The atmosphere was silent all the way.

It was eerily quiet.

Until he returned to the Magic City Castle, Luo Junheng still ignored Nan Song and got out of the car.

Nan Song also got out of the car in silence, walking behind her elder brother with her head hanging down. When the maids saw her coming back and wanted to say hello to her, she stopped them with her eyes and gestures.

They left in good spirits and returned in despair. The maids didn't know what happened.

Looking at Mr. Shelby's face, they didn't dare to ask any more questions, and quietly retreated, secretly sweating for the young lady.

Could it be that the young lady caused trouble outside?

After going upstairs, Nan Song sullenly wanted to turn to his room, but Luo Junheng seemed to have eyes on the back of his head and said without looking back: "Come to my study."

"..."

Nan Song closed his eyes silently, braced himself, turned around and followed.

—

As soon as he entered the study, Luo Junheng took off his suit jacket, and then placed the four treasures of the study on Nan Song's behalf.

He pressed Nan Song's shoulders, asked her to sit down on the chair, and said, "Write."

"?"

Nan Song didn't know why, "What to write?"

Luo Junheng lit a cigarette, and the cold smoke lingered in front of his cold face, accompanied by his slightly lower and deeper voice, "A letter of apology."

Nan Song: "..."

Her brain ached when she heard the words "introspection".

"Brother," she called weakly, "didn't you say you don't need to write it?"

"I realized I was too kind to you."

Luo Junheng stared at her with clear eyes, and said without any emotion in his tone, "If you don't write it down, you won't be able to remember it. The wrong things you have done will be done again."

"Brother..." Nan Song's pleading voice came out.

Luo Junheng was very ruthless, "Three thousand words of self-reflection. If you say one more word, the number of words will be increased by one thousand."

Nan Song stood up: "Don't..."

Luo Junheng: "Four thousand words."

Nan Song was anxious: "Brother..."

Luo Junheng: "Six thousand words."

"..."

Nan Song sat down, he was so desperate that he still dared to bargain.

I dare not say a word more.

Just write.

Nan Song laid out the rice paper and picked up the brush, almost wanting to cry.

Writing a self-criticism with a pen was slow enough, but now I can write a self-criticism with a brush! And I have to use small regular script! I wrote 6,000 words!

The brothers and sisters have been treated to death by the eldest brother's tricks since childhood.

It’s so tragic!

Wearing this dress and sitting here writing calligraphy, not to mention the sense of incongruity, she was almost suffocated to death!

Looking at her elder brother with pleading eyes, Luo Junheng was sitting on the sofa reading a book, looking very focused and not looking at her at all.

After holding back and writing a thousand words, Nan Song couldn't stand it anymore. He took out a piece of rice paper, scrawled a few words with a brush, and held it in front of Luo Junheng.

Luo Junheng still ignored people and didn't even raise his head.

Nan Song was going crazy. Who gave birth to this arrogant temperament?!

Tentatively, she stretched out a finger and lightly poked her elder brother's shoulder.

Luo Junheng lazily raised his eyes. Nan Song quickly raised the paper and saw the black words written on the white paper——
Chapter completed!