It has to be taken slowly

The next day!

Fraud Tian looked at Lin Fan, who was busy working, and couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing? Where are these words from?"

Lin Fan had already mounted up the calligraphy works and was about to hang them up in the shop to give it a little literary feel. Although he didn't understand this field very much, putting up a front couldn't be bad.

"How are these words? They're all written by me. Aren't they just grand and magnificent, like the world's best calligraphy?" Lin Fan praised himself delightedly. These were great works by himself and it felt good to place them in the shop.

"They're alright, just slightly worse than mine." Fraud Tian was a crude man. How could he have known how to appreciate these things?