Under Mo Ziyue's questioning, Bai Xiaosheng candidly admitted that Old Mr. Mo's calligraphy was "average." Seeing that the old man wasn't around and Mo Ziyue seemed to have a subtle sense of "taking pleasure in this," Bai Xiaosheng spoke frankly.
As a result, the old man overheard him.
The moment Old Mr. Mo came in, Mo Ziyue's face changed, and Bai Xiaosheng also felt a bit awkward.
Lin Weiwei stood by, awkwardly accompanying with a smile.
Lei Ying, however, eyed the old man with curiosity. With his sharp hearing, he hadn't heard any footsteps. Of course, part of it was because his attention was drawn by the conversation between Bai Xiaosheng and Mo Ziyue, but this old man was indeed a skilled practitioner. His whole get-up in black martial arts attire was clean and sharp, and his steps were light and agile.
"Grandpa, you've... been out?" Mo Ziyue put on a smile, trying to find something to say.
