Can't Stump Her

Everyone was impressed by his demeanor. At this moment, there was complete silence. No one dared to speak out loud.

"It's my honor to have you here, Mr. Qin. Prepare tea, paper, and pen!" Old Master Tang's voice trembled with excitement.

After a while, an old-fashioned calligraphy table was prepared and carried over by the servants. It was the table that Old Master Tang often used to practice calligraphy.

The best brush, paper, and inkstone were all placed on the table.

"Are these okay? If they're not, I can get someone to change them!" Old Master Tang asked.

"They'll do," Qin Yue said in a flat voice. He was still cold and aloof.

Excited, Tang Yue took the initiative to strike up a conversation with him. "Mr. Qin, today is my grandfather's birthday, so please write a congratulatory message! Just do as you wish! I'll help you grind the ink!"

With that, Tang Yue picked up the ink slab and was about to grind it.