"This calligraphy is so crooked it makes one burst out laughing," Zhou Tao said.
Ye Chen ignored Zhou Tao, put down the brush, and left with Xie Yingying.
Seeing Ye Chen leave, Zhou Tao hurriedly stepped forward to stop him: "Why are you leaving like this without hearing what I just said?"
At this moment, Sun Bolin, who had been in a state of shock, suddenly spoke.
"Zhou Tao, come to me immediately."
From Sun Bolin's voice, you could sense his anger.
Elder Sun, who was always kind and amiable, actually had a moment of temper, which startled Zhou Tao.
He didn't understand what he had done wrong to make Elder Sun so angry.
"Elder Sun, I?"
Zhou Tao was also taken aback.
Sun Bolin didn't pay attention to him but looked in the direction Ye Chen left and, with trembling voice, said, "The younger generation is truly formidable. The rise of Modu's literary world depends on Ye Chen."
His words left everyone present with a shocked expression on their faces.
