"How could I accept such a thing? Miaomiao is still so young; she wouldn’t know how to use such precious calligraphy supplies..."
Lu Qingyuan’s primary concern was the waste of fine materials. She could already picture Miaomiao smearing ink all over the walls or using a brush to sweep the floor.
Fang Cili insisted, "Miaomiao’s birthday is in a few days, isn’t it? She’ll be six—that’s not so young anymore. She can use them."
Chapter 152