Fang Shouxin looked disappointed but understood. He said regretfully, "Then I won't press you. But this piece of calligraphy... could I take it home to add to my collection?"
Su Yuhan froze, then broke into a smile. "Of course. It's just a practice piece. As long as you don't mind, Brother Fang, feel free."
'Su Yuhan honestly didn't think her calligraphy was all that great. After all, she hadn't picked up a brush in a long time and was bound to be a bit rusty. If the old master saw this, he would absolutely tear it to shreds.'
But Fang Shouxin truly loved it, so she couldn't bring herself to refuse.
With her approval, Fang Shouxin was overjoyed. He immediately and carefully put the calligraphy away, as if afraid she would change her mind.
Qi Lianxiu's brow furrowed slightly, and his expression darkened. "What's so great about this? So unsophisticated."
Fang Shouxin's hand froze, and the joyous expression on his face turned sour.
