Tang Luo smiled.

"Not cheap, right?"

He asked the old man while looking at him.

"Old man, it's just a decoration. Do we both have to say the price?"

Tang Luo said casually.

Hearing Tang Luo's words, he looked at the old man and nodded: "Haha, okay, then I'll accept it."

If someone else was replaced, he would never accept it.

But Tang Luo is different. He has long regarded Tang Luo as his family and as his own grandson. No, his grandson-in-law!

It doesn't matter what value is not worth.

After enjoying it for a while, I found a place for the old man and put down the blue and white plum vase.

"Xiao Tang, do you like writing calligraphy?"

Seeing that the moji had dried up, Old Master Xiang put away the words he had just written and placed them aside.

"I have practiced for a few years before, but I haven't touched it again."

Tang Luo said modestly.

"Oh? Is that right? Haha, come on, write a few words."

Look at the old man, if I remember correctly, this kid was so humble when he asked Tang Luo to play chess with him.

"good."

Tang Luo was not pretentious, so he picked up the brush on the table, dipped it ink, and after a little thought, he started writing.

As the saying goes, experts will know if there is any.

Just looking at Tang Luo's posture, the old man's eyes lit up, and then... as Tang Luo's pen was moving, his eyes became brighter and brighter, which was great!

This kid... is becoming more and more popular!
Chapter completed!