Gu Pinting couldn't hold back, despite knowing she might squeak like a mouse, and rushed over saying, "These two characters definitely weren't written by that country bumpkin!"
The two plain words, Fu Ru, she had seen Xi Rubao write them personally.
How could the later two words, East Sea, come from the same hand?
Who knew.
Everyone was looking at her with strange expressions.
Mr. Gu frowned even more: "Pingting, I'm really disappointed in you. You keep mentioning country people, but your ancestors were country people for eight generations. I, as your grandfather, also used to plant rice in Qingcheng's countryside. Who are you looking down on?"
Gu Pinting choked, cold sweat dripping: "Grandpa, that's not what I meant, I..."
Zuzi smirked: "You just look down on our Bao Bao, who can write characters made by Cang Jie, seal scripts created by Fu Xi?"
