"By the way, the inscription will be yours." Yu Tianrong takes out his brush and hands it to Pei Ruochen. "Last time I saw your words, they were first-class, so I would not make a fool of myself in front of the God."

"then polish the ink!" Pei Ruochen took the brushstroke and gave her a rude order.

yutianrong pouts, but she is still an honest servant girl. It's also a pleasure to enjoy calligraphy!

Pei Ruochen left a few lines of words in the picture. Suddenly, he closed his pen and raised his right hand. The brush flew through the window pane. A muffled hum came from Pei Ruochen....