Once Jiang Xue and Mu Qiancheng left, the elders began asking about Jiang Xue's identity. After all, if Mr. Chen esteemed someone, she certainly wouldn't be an ordinary person.
However, upon learning that Jiang Xue was just a rural kid who hadn't even graduated high school, they were astonished.
"Old Chen, you're not lying to us, right? That girl doesn't look like a rural kid at all."
"Exactly, Old Chen, don't fool us."
"Mr. Chen, don't worry, even if you're honest with us, we won't fight with you over her."
"Honestly, I'm not lying to you all; Jiang Xue is indeed a child from the countryside."
"What, no way?"
"Facts are facts. However, she is indeed a talented girl. Her handwriting is truly quite impressive. I suppose you've seen them before: those few pieces in the corner are all written by her."
"What, you're saying those three pieces were written by Jiang Xue?"
