Father Wang called Wang Ling into the study. Wang Ling didn’t need to read “Heart to heart”to know that Father Wang was definitely looking for him for an essay.
Sure enough, in the study, Wang Ling saw father Wang’s computer screen, which had just been frozen in the background for the essay review.
“This Wang... was written by You?”Father Wang stared at Wang Ling with a funny expression on his face.
It was impossible for him not to recognize his own son.
Father Wang had been teaching Wang Ling’s handwriting ever since he was young.
After all, Wang Ling had been able to hold a pen since he was born, and father Wang had always felt that good handwriting could affect a person’s entire life.
Moreover, this was actually a way to train and control one’s strength.
At the very least, Wang Ling was now confident in his ability to pinch the necessary strength.
The process of teaching writing wasn’t easy, and father Wang still felt very bitter when he thought about it.