"Miss Jin, could you really be Mo Lan? How many identities do you have?"
Mr. Li Sr asked, breathing heavily, feeling that his heart couldn't quite take it.
The Lan Ting Preface was too long; Lan Jin hadn't finished writing it and had only penned a short portion before she stopped, looking at Mr. Li Sr and saying, "Many."
"What? You have many identities? Oh, my goodness, don't scare me."
This time, both Mr. Li Sr and Mr. Xiang Sr were truly stunned.
"Miss Jin, so you are Mo Lan? I've been asking around for you these past few days. Can I have this calligraphy piece?"
Mr. Qin Sr spoke excitedly, already reaching for the calligraphy piece. Although unfinished, it was enough for him to study extensively.
But he was a step too slow, the quick-handed Mr. Long Sr snatched it away, his eyes shimmering with excitement as he shamelessly changed his tune, "This was written by my granddaughter, I must properly collect it."
