"Then how about I teach you to read?"
The girl on the windowsill seemed to have found a new delight, looking at Qin Yao expectantly.
Even Dou'er, who was serving inside the room, looked over in surprise.
Seeing that Qin Yao really came in, Aunt Qiao frowned and thought it inappropriate, "Miss, this might not be a good idea."
Miss Ding seemed innocent, but she wasn't foolish; she was the master, and Aunt Qiao had no right to intervene in her decisions.
Miss Ding immediately pouted, childishly telling Aunt Qiao, "It's so boring to read alone. Every time I ask you and Dou'er to read with me, you plead for mercy. Today, I just want to be a teacher. It's rare for someone to be willing to be a student. Don't meddle, or I won't be happy!"
Aunt Qiao quickly lowered her head and respectfully said, "This servant wouldn't dare."
"Then step back if you wouldn't dare," Miss Ding hummed, showing a childish stubbornness.
