The man pursed his lips and said no more.
Zhang Xiaohua saw that the man's face was still sullen as before, so he reluctantly retracted his hand, put the booklet back into his bosom, and after paying his respects to him, finally left through the door of the Book Pavilion.
The man waited for Zhang Xiaohua to leave, then picked up the writing brush and recorded something on the paper in front of him. Afterwards, he still sat down with his eyes on his nose and his nose on his heart, thinking to himself, "Ah, this deviation is really annoying. If the meridians are blocked, they should at least not be blocked on the face. It's difficult to even laugh. I don't know when it will get better."
Zhang Chengyue was still waiting at the door. Seeing Zhang Xiaohua come out, he smiled and said, "You finally made a choice?"
