Qin Yuan heard them whispering softly, her hand trembled, and a drop of ink fell onto the snow-white paper.
She placed the wolf hair brush on the pen stand and turned to look at the Ru kiln flower vase on the table.
The vase was filled with peonies, adding vivid colors to the room. The fragrance of peonies was originally fresh and elegant, distant and lingering, but when combined together, it was rich and intoxicating.
Seeing her put down the pen, Hong Ye said, "The accounts have been tallied all day today, and there are no mistakes. Sun Accountant has been extremely meticulous. Miss, would you like to check a few places when you have time?"
Hong Ye didn't believe there was no problem with Sun Accountant's accounts but couldn't find anything, so she sought Qin Yuan's help.
Cui Ming said, "Sun Accountant is a seasoned old accountant, and such high monthly stipends are not given for nothing."
