"You..."
Xie Xiaoran's gaze was very calm, yet sharp within that calmness. Standing beside her, Su Weiyi could clearly sense Xie Xiaoran's strong disdain for Zhang Ziyu.
It wasn't anger, nor resentment, just mere contempt.
Xie Xiaoran had already withdrawn her gaze from Zhang Ziyu and was looking at the teachers seated in the front row with poise.
"Esteemed teachers, you are seniors and must know that each person has their unique handwriting. It is possible to determine whether a piece of writing is authored by someone through handwriting analysis, and the same applies to painting. If we want to ascertain whose work this painting truly is, we can seek an expert to examine the traces on the painting."
As soon as Xie Xiaoran spoke these words, people started whispering again. This time, it was Zhang Ziyu's turn to grip her hands tightly.
