"Grandfather, it's her!" Miss Fu Qiao pointed at Ye Wanlan, shouting loudly, "This morning she came to our house, and nearly destroyed the calligraphy brush you bought from abroad."
"Miss Fu Qiao, please be reasonable!" the director shouted angrily, "Miss Ye only looked at the brush, whereas it was you who knocked over the stand, nearly damaging the cultural relic. How can you be so unreasonable and blame others for your own fault?!"
Fu Qiao completely ignored him, just coquettishly holding on to the old man's arm.
Now that her grandfather was here to back her up, they would certainly be able to get the new Fu Guang Poem back.
This way, with an authentic piece for reference, she could improve her calligraphy by imitating it.
And during the calligraphy competition, she would also be able to secure a good ranking.
Fu Qiao snorted coldly: "Grandfather, listen to them. It's bad enough that they don't respect historical relics, but now they are slandering me here!"
