**
After the interview, Pei Huai brought Su Ji back to the old mansion.
After leaving the recording studio, Su Ji and Jiang Chu did not see Ms. Lan again.
The warm and clear twilight suppressed the last glimmer of light.
The sun was setting in the west, and the snow was melting. In the evening fog, smoke billowed, and cars came and went on the road. Pedestrians were bustling home to prepare for the new year.
In the passenger seat, Su Ji noticed a small ink dot on Pei Huai's shirt cuff.
Although it was very small, to the extent that it could only be seen clearly with a magnifying glass, it was still an extremely rare situation for it to appear on Pei Huai's body.
It seemed that he didn't have time to change before picking her up.
Su Ji raised her eyebrows. "You did calligraphy?"
As the first disciple of her Huajin Style Script, it seemed like she hadn't seen him write calligraphy for a long time.
