Ji Heng steadily inserted a needle without looking up, "What pattern?"
"Mr. Qin Jiu, I have a royal music concert next month," Director Jian puffed out his chest, "I want to wear Mr. Qin Jiu's clothes to it."
Ji Heng incredulously lifted his head.
Thinking that Ji Heng didn't know who Qin Jiu was, Director Jian hurriedly took out his cellphone to show him an image of Qin Jiu from the history books, "It's Teacher Qin Jiu, just like this, Bai Xiangjun's guzheng teacher, do you know him?"
As a native of Xiangcheng and well-versed in Dayong's history, how could Ji Heng not know Qin Jiu?
He thought Jiang He and Lance were already abnormal enough, but it turned out the seemingly most normal Director Jian was even more outrageous than those two.
Of course, Ji Heng didn't know that Director Jian had dared to learn the guzheng in the Jian Family, where everyone was practicing calligraphy.
What was this in comparison?
"I can't embroider that," Ji Heng said expressionlessly.