Tang Xingye was equally baffled. What in the world was going on?
He definitely didn't have that much clout, and neither did his younger brother. But Long Wu himself said it was his younger brother who had asked him to prepare a birthday gift, and incredibly, this gift was a handwritten inscription from the renowned Mr. Cai. My goodness, Tang Xingye just couldn't fathom, out of the entire Lanling City, who would have such influence.
Tang Xinglong swallowed hard and continued with the script that had already been written: "Mr. Long, I'm so grateful, you even made the trip yourself."
"It's nothing, no problem!" Long Wu handed the calligraphy to Tang Xinglong.
Holding the calligraphy, Tang Xinglong turned to his older brother: "Brother, a small gift, please don't take it too seriously."
Tang Xingye's hands trembled as he took the calligraphy. He opened his mouth as if to speak but in the end, nothing came out.
