After studying abroad, he spent most of his time away, only returning occasionally. Later, when his father passed away, he lived and worked in the company for a long period, and eventually, he bought his first home...
Even on the rare occasions he returned, he would leave shortly after a quick visit with his grandfather, simply because he didn't like the oppressive atmosphere here. It's been nearly ten years since he last entered this room.
Ning Xiaofei saw no one around, and she breathed a sigh of relief, "Speaking of which, I haven't seen you write with a brush before."
"So, I've prepared to write for you to see!"
Mu Tianye walked to the desk, skillfully spread the Xuan paper on the table, pressed it with a paperweight, washed the brush, and prepared the ink. Ning Xiaofei came over to watch him write.
