"!!!"Zhang Ronghua was completely convinced.
A bunch of fools with a lot of money. What could he say? He was completely convinced.
Shaking his head, he said seriously,"It's not worth it!"
Ding Yi's eyes rolled. Brother, since you're saying this, does it mean that you have a better one in your hands? "Brother, you have it in your hand too?""
"No!"
Seeing that he was dejected, Zhang added,""But I can draw!"
"Really?"
"Hand over the brush and ink!"
"Brother, wait a moment!"
Ding Yi stood up at his fastest speed and rushed inside. The Book Collection Hall could be empty, but it had the most things related to books.
When he returned, he was holding a stack of white paper and a pen and ink.
She laid out the paper and placed the inkstone on the coffee table. She started to grind the ink and handed the pen over. She looked at him eagerly."Brother, we can start now."
