Incredible

Ninth Sister Ye Xue was instantly amused. Which master had she begged? Was there a need to beg?

Although she thought this in her heart, she didn't say it out loud. She replied politely.

"Hehe, it was written by my little brother."

They immediately laughed. There was little interest. They thought that it was some master's calligraphy piece. They did not expect it to be a child's. Did a child's calligraphy have to be framed?

To put it bluntly, it was a waste of materials.

Then, they ignored her and drank their tea by themselves. They started talking about another topic with the other calligraphy and painting masters.

Seeing that she had disappointed the so-called calligraphy and painting masters, Ninth Sister Ye Xue sneered in her heart. Then, she looked at the old antique experts and smiled.

"Then I'll get back to work. I won't disturb everyone."