Su Ruanruan was left speechless.
That shameless vigor, Bao Jingyan must have inherited it from him.
She picked up her brush, glanced at the Sun Family uncle, and then gently wrote the character "静" (jing).
As soon as she set down the first two strokes, Sun Jingyu was already full of praise.
Sun Jingan snorted softly.
Just two strokes, what's so good about that?
But when the entire character was complete, the harsh words he had ready at his lips couldn't come out.
Her calligraphy with the brush was very proper, quite impressive.
It was no worse than his own, honed over more than twenty years!
Su Ruanruan set down the brush and asked the Sun Family uncle, "Uncle, what do you think?"
Sun Jingyu was about to give compliments when the door to the study opened.
A servant stood at the door, troubled: "The old lady is asking for the great master to come over."
With a fierce glare at Su Ruanruan, Sun Jingan left.
