Hua said nothing.
Seeing this, Xianyu immediately picked out a few storybooks, shoved them into his Heir's hands, and instructed her:
"Write a three-thousand-word reflection for every book you finish."
Hua held the storybooks in one hand and pointed with the other at the notice on the cover: "For Xianzhou natives aged two hundred and above only."
She finally lost her patience. "Has it occurred to you that I'm only ten?!"
With a solemn expression and an earnest tone, Xianyu corrected her wording. "You're not ten. You're almost eleven."
Once Hua turned eighteen, he could go traveling with Akivili.
He had no desire to work overtime, not even for a single day.
Hua was incredulous. "Is that the point?!"
The point was obviously the storybooks!
What kind of adult gave a child books meant for people over two hundred?!
Xianyu had originally intended to explain that even in storybooks restricted to those over two hundred, the most intimate thing anyone did was hold hands.
He could wait until his Heir turned twenty at most. He couldn't wait until she turned two hundred.
Xianyu paused, then decided not to explain.
He bent down and retrieved the dozen or so children's picture books he had bought earlier from a desk drawer.
Xianyu had placed the order when he first met Hua.
But bringing goods into the Xianzhou involved a cumbersome process. On top of that, his subordinates were so anxious about his safety that they feared dangerous items might be hidden in the shipment, making the process even more complicated.
Xianyu had waited a long time before Guan Liang finally obtained the picture books, which had undergone repeated inspections, and delivered them to him.
At the time, Guan Liang had been highly suspicious. Pointing at the large words "Children's Picture Books" on