Xia Yangyang walked over.
The old man said, "Take a look at this calligraphy of mine. How is it?"
The old man was copying Wang Xizhi's "Lantingji Xu".
Xia Yangyang didn't know much about calligraphy.
But she could see that the old man's brushwork was vigorous, beautiful, and skillful, truly masterful.
Xia Yangyang said, "I don't really understand calligraphy, but I feel that Dad's writing is very good."
The old man laughed heartily, "Those two words are already high praise."
The old man said, "I give you this piece."
"Thank you, Dad. I'll definitely frame it when I get back, as a family treasure."
Xia Yangyang's serious demeanor brought joy to the old man's heart.
Especially after seeing the two kids.
The old man, just like the butler, was very puzzled, "Who is this girl?"
As if remembering something, the old man suddenly said, "You haven't had another child without telling me, have you?"
