I Don't like It

Hearing Wu Min's question, Lu Tian Xun looked at Yi Qing and smiled.

"Why?" Wu Min didn't know what Lu Tianchu meant by that.

"She's not a calligrapher, so it's fine if others can understand her writing."

"Then why am I writing so well?" Wu Min couldn't take it anymore.

"Proper." Lu Tianchu calmly said.

"Then who would want something like that from her?" As she finished speaking, Wu Min sneaked a peek at Lu Tianchu. There was an unexpected target here. "What I mean is …"

"It's nothing, as long as someone she likes can understand her words."

Wu Min thought for a moment. "Can you read my words?"

Lu Tianchu was stunned by Wu Min's question.

"You were the one who taught me my calligraphy. If you can't understand it, then it would be a huge failure." As she spoke, she stood up and left.