In the face of Han Tian's praise, Gu Xiao did not feel proud. Instead, she said, "No, it is just that I enjoy it, so I practice a little hard."
As for Ji Yao, she was already speechless. Her face alternated between red and white.
Han Tian looked at Gu Xiao. The more he looked at her, the more he liked her. He thought that it would be great if she was his disciple. But when he looked at her handwriting, it was comparable to his. No, it was even better than his writing. He could only sigh secretly.
Ji Yao's father stood beside her and watched the scene in front of him.
This was the first time he had seen the girl who, according to Ji Yao, always kept going against her. Her every move made him feel that she had the temperament of a young lady from a wealthy family.
Suddenly, an idea came to her mind: Gu Xiao was more like a young lady than Ji Yao.
