Bet on My Happiness!

Because of this event, the Calligraphy Association's popularity had risen again recently.

There were many people in the exchange hall.

There was a table surrounded by the old lady.

Wang Yi had just walked over when he heard one of the women recommending the food to the others.

"Lawyer Bian is the best. Tell your daughters to come over quickly."

"Aiya, what's so important about taking the civil service exam? Getting to know Lawyer Bian is more important?"

"Hurry up. I reckon he won't be staying for long. There won't be another one like him."

Wang Yi: "..."

In the group chat of the old ladies, Bian Tong wrote a very common script on the center seat.

Although it was very common, it was still stunning.

"Lawyer Bian's handwriting is too beautiful."

"As expected!"

"Lawyer Bian's character is as upright as this word."

A plethora of compliments came at him. The more Bian Tong wrote, the more he felt it.