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"Your turn to write." Tao Jingyuan gave up her seat to her husband.

Zheng Kuo shook his head. "You should do it. Your calligraphy is beautiful. The only time I use a pen is to sign my name, and my handwriting never sees the light of day."

Feifei stood between his parents, with hands on his hips. "Mom and Dad, you're not brave at all. Either of you can write the words, and I'll copy them."

Tao Jingyuan held the pen. "Let me do it."

At the Li family, Lin Wan wanted to exclaim, but she held herself back.

Not only did Li Yanchen have excellent handwriting, but he also wrote in various styles. He could use a regular script or a formal script.

The neatly cut red paper was quickly filled with writing.

Li Zexuan and Li Zexin each held a pair of couplets to show in front of the camera.

[Wow, is Mr. Li so skilled?]

[Could Mr. Li be a calligrapher?]

[Possibly! His handwriting is impressive.]