"Great, this calligraphy is wonderful, Grandmother loves it so much. Once mounted, hang it in the living room. I think it's as good as those by famous calligraphers." After saying this, she glanced meaningfully at Zhuang Kunyuan.
Zhuang Kunyuan smiled helplessly and awkwardly touched his nose.
"Who knows if it's real? These days, people are paying money for writing, aren't they?" A mocking voice suddenly rang out; though not loud, everyone heard it clearly.
The guests erupted in murmurs, looking at the calligraphy then at Yun Ya. Indeed, it seemed unlikely that such a young girl could produce this work, especially without witnessing Ji Yunya write it. Some who were unwilling to believe found themselves a justified reason, casting skeptical glances at Yun Ya.
