Ye Zhuo was stunned for a moment. It was obvious that she did not expect Li Qiandong to ask for her autograph. However, she was only stunned for a moment before she picked up the pen and signed her moniker, Niohuru.YZ, on the white shirt.
She had strong and powerful handwriting. The strokes of her signature were dignified and majestic. It was very beautiful.
There was a saying that one could see a person's characteristic from their writing. If one looked at her handwriting, no one would have guessed that the person who wrote it was a girl.
Among all the people that Li Qiandong had met in his life, other than Cen Shaoqing, no one else was qualified to be compared to her.
Thinking this, Li Qiandong was stunned again.
Ye Zhuo's handwriting was so beautiful.
