"Hahaha..."
Jiang Qingwu burst into laughter.
Even Su Qinwei and the others couldn't help but snicker along.
Yin Tian mocked the man before him, "So, if you want to live long, you'd better not meddle in others' business."
"You!"
The man clenched his teeth before giving Yin Tian a cold look, "What's the use of talking so much? You just don't dare, how ridiculous."
"I don't have to write anything, but could you please evaluate this piece of calligraphy of mine?"
"Zhang Shuhao! Don't go too far!"
Fan Mingyuan shouted out without hesitation.
However, Yin Tian shook his head at Fan Mingyuan, then looked back at Zhang Shuhao, "Do you really want my evaluation?"
"Of course."
Zhang Shuhao spoke proudly.
But immediately after, he saw Yin Tian grab the piece of calligraphy he had written, crumple it up, wipe his shoes with it, and casually toss it to the ground.
"You! What the fuck are you doing?"
