Chapter 152: Don't be fanatic at me_1

A nondescript loft within the Demon-suppression Bureau Office.

It was late at night.

Inside, the lamps were still brightly lit, occasionally emitting bursts of laughter and chatter.

Behind a low table, A'Qian's face bore a rare expression of seriousness as she held a writing brush, leaving line after line of text on the Gilded Document.

Silent behind her, Jiang Chengyun watched his grandmother's focused demeanor and then glanced at the handwriting that resembled the random crawling of earthworms, instinctively averting his eyes.

He still remembered those times when she was young and her handwriting was exceptionally elegant and fine.

Having spent too much time with the Howling Moon Demon King, even holding chopsticks had become somewhat awkward for her.