Zheng Haowen, upon hearing Li Qingsong's response, was immediately overjoyed.
He quickly bowed to Li Qingsong and said, "Thank you, Mr. Li, thank you!"
Li Qingsong waved his hand and said, "No need to thank me anymore, let's begin!"
Zheng Haowen nodded his head, first casting a triumphant glance at Chen Yang before concentrating, taking a deep breath, dipping his brush in ink, and then the brush danced like dragons and snakes across the paper as he commenced writing.
The surrounding crowd immediately pressed forward to watch, and some even took out their phones to start recording.
Some young girls, not understanding calligraphy, saw Zheng Haowen's handsome appearance and began to shout, "Handsome guy, you write so well, it's amazing!"
Zheng Haowen was almost disturbed by these cries.
He turned his head to look at the group of young girls and said coldly, "Please be quiet!"
The group of young girls instantly quieted down like deflated balls, closing their mouths.
