"You're Ren Wanxuan?" In the teahouse, the old Mr. Chen put down his teacup, carefully observing Ren Wanxuan.
Although the old Mr. Chen was advanced in years, his gray hair was neatly combed back, and his gaze was piercing.
Faced with such a stare, Wanxuan couldn't help but feel somewhat less composed, but she remembered the advice of the Dong Family and didn't avoid his gaze, "Yes."
Stationery had already been arranged by someone nearby, and old Mr. Chen stood up, his hands clasped behind him, "I heard you write in the Liang style quite well. Give it a try."
Wanxuan knew this might be her only chance, so she brought out her best state and wrote down two characters.
They were somewhat flamboyant but better than most people could write.
Old Mr. Chen stood by the desk, looking down at the characters, his expression unreadable. After a few exchanges with the Dong Family and Wanxuan, he had someone see them out.
They even gave gifts to Wanxuan and the others.
