The old lady patted Yun Ya's hand back with satisfaction: "You have a good heart, and your grandmother believes in you."
"Come, prepare the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone."
The butler ordered people to bring up a table, and the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone were all ready.
Everyone was looking at Ji Yunya, while Shao Rongrong looked over proudly, thinking, let's see if you can write anything.
Yun Ya lowered her gaze with a smile, "Then I'll graciously accept." With those words, she took a step forward.
"Hold on," the old lady suddenly spoke up.
Yun Ya raised an eyebrow and looked over.
The old lady looked at Shao Rongrong, then her gaze landed on Liu Cuiying, "Professor Liu, you have taught your daughter well. I trust Miss Shao must be exceptionally talented. Why not have a competition with Yun Ya?"
