Qin Weimo looked at him a few more times before retracting her gaze. She thought for a moment and said, "It has to match your poem from earlier."
"By the way…"
She looked up and said, "Do you have any other poems?"
Before Luo Qingzhou could answer, she smiled and said, "Brother-in-law, do you realize that Mother actually knows you better than me? Every time she forced you to compose a poem, I was very worried and nervous for you. I wanted to persuade Mother to let you off, but every time, you could compose the poem at once, and each one you composed was better than the last. Now that I think about it, Mother really knows you very well, doesn't she?"
Luo Qingzhou was silent for a moment before saying in a low voice, "Could she be purely looking for a reason to teach me a lesson?"