She went to the Hua Country Calligraphers Association just once, and she could run into them?
An employee standing by saw her stop and asked in confusion, "Miss Xiu, what's the matter?"
Xiu Yan twisted her brow slightly and lifted her chin without a flicker of emotion, "Do you know that old man? Who is he?"
The employee followed her gaze, hesitated for a moment, and then shook his head, "I'm sorry, Miss Xiu, I don't recognize him."
He truly didn't recognize Sheng Qingtang.
Sheng Qingtang had left the Hua Country Art Association four years ago, and the people in the association had changed over and over again.
Not to mention the employees, even some of the new members might not know Sheng Qingtang.
Moreover, Sheng Qingtang had previously lived a leisurely life, not fond of making public appearances.
