Xin Lin took a bite of the bun and sipped some tea, crossing her legs.
"Feng Xi, how does it look? How's the calligraphy?"
Feng Xi sighed.
"Good writing."
Feng Xi had practiced magic for over twenty years and had never seen such stylish writing.
Even though it's just the character for "money."
The most vulgar character, yet written in the most unconventional way.
Much like Xin Lin herself.
She appeared young, yet had a deep, enigmatic mind, making her hard to figure out.
"Exactly, you should see whose writing this is. This is Wang Xi..."
Xin Lin bragged.
"Whose writing?"
Feng Xi was puzzled.
Xin Lin almost choked on her bun.
"I mean, it's my signature writing. Rest assured, when you give it to Landlord Zhou tomorrow morning, he'll be more than satisfied; those pesky troubles will all be gone."
She couldn't very well say it was Wang Xizhi's calligraphy.
