At the party, Guo Yunzi wrote quickly with a brush in his hand, Any kind of life can be the best life.
"Great…"
Everybody applauded the beautiful handwriting after Guo Yunzi finished.
Stroking his beard, Guo Yunzi smiled and said, "Kid, what do you think of my calligraphy?"
"Haha…"
Everybody laughed aloud after hearing that. Everybody knew that experience mattered most for calligraphers. Guo Yunzi had practiced his entire life; a young man certainly can't compare with him.
Therefore, what Guo Yunzi said was complete mockery.
Wang Hao snorted in disdain. "You're only imitating how the ancient people write without any creativity of your own."
"Hey, you're crossing the line." Guo Yunzi turned cold, feeling insulted that a junior described him like that.
Wang Hao's lips curled. He agilely wrote, Any kind of woman can be slept with.
"Well…"
