Fu Chenshi's eyes were full of distrust, but he didn't say anything. He reminded him when it was time to remind him, and whether he listened or not was beyond his control.

Seeing that he was silent, Song Zhiwei wisely stood up and prepared to go out. When she walked to the door, Fu Chenshi's light and cold voice came, "The second piece of letter paper, 25 bundles of bamboo leaves and 48 bundles of mugwort."

"I know." Song Zhiwei closed her eyes and closed the ...