Wu Yuekai is not incapable of writing small楷; he just can't capture the ethereal elegance and vibrant charm of Flower-Pinning Small楷. After all, he's an old man, which is why he has always wanted Beisitian's calligraphy. The infuriating part is that this girl outright refuses to write for him.
Now it's good, he finally got it!
Wu Yuekai's face showed a hint of smugness.
That piece of calligraphy disappeared from Zhao Zhongqi's hand without him realizing it, leaving his heart feeling suddenly empty. Forgetting to ponder the maestro's age, he quickly turned to look, only to see the calligraphy in Wu Yuekai's hand.
"Brother Wu, that piece of calligraphy..."
"It's mine!" Wu Yuekai quickly replied.
"..." Zhao Zhongqi looked at him speechlessly. How is it yours?
Sun Guicai and the other senior officials on the stage were dumbfounded, wondering what those two were doing, starting to argue on stage!
