Tang Shunyan saw such a small child, Wuwa, who could write such neat characters on the ground and expressed amazement. He couldn't believe that even after studying for so long, he couldn't write characters as neat as these.
"Wuwa, you can write characters? What is this word?"
Ye Shiqi had learned Chinese painting in her past life and achieved a bit of success with brush calligraphy. When people abroad laughed at her for it, she didn't care.
At this moment, only a few months old, writing characters neatly on the ground posed no challenge for her.
Instead, it was her ability to write that shocked everyone in the courtyard. Hongji knew his daughter's secret but didn't expect that she could not only paint but also write. Seeing other people's reactions, he thought to himself that this was bad; his daughter's otherworldly skills would definitely lead to others discovering some secrets and he would have to cover them up with lies.