Chapter 121
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Under the microblog, there is a picture.
It is before, Ying Zijin brings the ten square boundary that comes to conference room.
The reason why shifangjie can become a famous work in the field of sculpture is that it is difficult to forge.
Not to mention whether the original ice jadeite stone can be imitated, that is to say, few people can carve eighty-eight Buddhas with different shapes on the half human highland jade.
As a result, there is no imitation of the decagonal world in the carving market.
This is also why the CEO of DK group was so impolite when he saw the world of ten parties.
Because no one can think that someone can really carve out a new ten square boundary in just four days, or even more wonderful.
Don't mention outsiders, or if Mr. Zhong gave the middle-aged shareholders this micro blog copy, he really didn't know that shifangjie had not come back, but it was newly carved.
"Uncle Zhong, won't you?" After the middle-aged shareholders finished their microblogging, they came back in a daze, "isn't that our ten party boundary?"
"Of course not." Mr. Zhong was very proud and waved his big hand. "It's all said that it was carved by my granddaughter."
Oh, it seems that the boy of the Fu family also helped.
No matter, he can't see or hear.
When will you return the snacks that Mr. Fu stole from you? He'll look at the boy again.
The middle-aged shareholder wiped a sweat and asked in a trembling voice, "are you not joking?"
"There's nothing to joke about." Mr. Zhong was not happy. "I'm not exaggerating. I'm not afraid to tell you. Just IBI, my granddaughter knows people."
Well, he doesn't know.
But that doesn't stop him from blowing first.
Who would be stingy to praise their children?
In fact, middle-aged shareholders still want to say that Mr. Zhong is joking.
IBI is an international organization. Even the children of those rich families in the imperial capital can't get in touch with it. How can they live in Shanghai?
But the words to the mouth, or some hesitation.
It is true that IBI has been fighting against international crimes, but it has not personally registered a microblog number and sent a microblog.
There are countless things happening in the world every day, most of which are monitored and managed by IBI, and the manpower is very urgent.
Even if the loss of the border is a transnational theft, it is very significant.
But the bigger thing is not without, after all, this theft did not involve human life, how did IBI also send a micro blog?
Middle aged shareholders don't believe that IBI keeps pace with the times.
Maybe Do you really have something to do with other girls?
Under the constant show off of Mr. Zhong, the middle-aged shareholders believed something.
But netizens who haven't experienced the theft see this micro blog, and every letter is very popular.
[fake, just her? Oh, I think she wrote something that won a prize in the school art festival? Can be engraved??? Sorry, I laugh first. 】
[I'll take it. Can Zhong's group take care of what people in the world look at and know that you want to protect your own family, but it's not like that. 】
[with all due respect, carving is different from traditional Chinese painting. OK, even if your cousin really knows how to carve, can she finish it in four days? 】
[is there any evidence? Just a picture, who knows if it's your previous inventory. 】
[I whispered, but if you don't say anything else, this watch Lady is very enterprising. Don't other Zhong's insiders also say that? Did she make DK a bet? 】
[yes, that's all I love. Those who can only play the keyboard and hide behind their mobile phones, what are you doing at the age of 17? Do you still need your mother to change your clothes? 】
[if you don't have the ability, don't hurt your sister. If you go to sign an agreement with a big company, you'll be scared to incontinence before you arrive at the scene, right? 】
[we can always help my sister to see if there is anyone abusing her, and then you can receive a lawyer's letter. Don't thank me. 】
the sarcastic netizens all shut up.
The middle-aged shareholder frowned and commented: "Uncle Zhong, do we have any evidence that the boundary of ten directions is carved by Miss Biao?"
"What proof do you want?" Mr. Zhong was very unhappy. "This is my granddaughter's sculpture. Can you still create a second ten square world out of thin air?"
The middle-aged shareholder sighed: "but Uncle Zhong, the problem is that people on the Internet don't believe it."
"No?" Mr. Zhong also took out his mobile phone, fighting high spirited, "I'll go with them on the line."
He hasn't opened his microblog yet. There's a phone call coming in first.
"Grandfather."
"Ah." Master Zhong coughed a few times, "Zijin, did you go back to your father's house?"
"Stop tweeting." Ying Zijin pressed his head and said euphemistically, "please let me raise an old man."
Master Zhong: "I'm not sure."
No, who cares?He's in his seventies, and he doesn't want to retire. Instead, the more he works, the more energetic he is.
As a result, his granddaughter is going to provide for the aged?!
"Grandfather, I know you mean well." Ying Zi Jin droops Mou, smile, "I all look at."
Mr. Zhong had a bad feeling in his heart.
In fact, he didn't do anything, just let the company send a microblog.
Sometimes, people in the dark too long, a little warm also want to hold tightly.
Mr. Zhong frowned: "but online -"
"nothing." Ying Son Jin light, "I don't see again."
Don't take the initiative to stand in her way.
After the phone hung up, Mr. Zhong thought about it, turned his head and asked the middle-aged shareholder, "what do you think of my granddaughter?"
"Very well." Middle aged shareholders seriously up, "throw away your own those filters, Miss table is very suitable for managers."
She said that the Zhong Group would win if she signed the gambling agreement.
It can also bring huge benefits to Zhong's group. I've never seen it do business like this.
Mr. Zhong nodded, and his decision became clearer.
**
maseratine.
Ying Zijin looks at Berg who sends her wechat crazily without expression. It's with great patience that he doesn't pull him black.
Master Ying, is that you? 】
[I knew it must be you! Master Ying, even if you don't want to accept me as an apprentice, I will call you a teacher! Your wife is too good. Is there any art you can't do? 】Master Ying, when shall we meet again? For you, I'm still in Shanghai. Woo woo woo, please, teach me how you draw like Chino Feng. 】
Ying Zijin clicks the three small dots on the top right of the chat box to turn on message free interruption.
Good.
All of a sudden, the world is clean.
Fu Yunshen side head: "that want you to go to o continent Royal Academy of art oil painting master?"
"Yes." Ying Zijin is a little silent for a moment, "you say, this painting of oil painting, is it all talk?"
Gino von is, Berg Bryan is.
What is the tradition of oil painting?
Ying Zijin is thoughtful.
"Well." Fu Yun leaned back on the driver's seat, looking lazy, "I said no."
Ying Zijin turns her eyes and raises her eyebrows.
Fu Yun deep peach blossom eyes Yang Yang, low voice with a smile: "our children say a few more words, can kill her."
So the oil painting master in front of him is very unusual.
“……”
"So my brother is very happy." Fu Yun raised his hand and rubbed the girl's hair casually. "It's rare to die in front of me. There are so many words to say."
What depressed people fear most is to completely close themselves up and no longer contact with the outside world.
In this way, the disease will be more serious.
Fortunately not now.
Ying Zijin took a look at him. When he was ready to say something, his mobile phone rang.
It's Sheng Qingtang.
"Little doctor!" His voice was very excited, "I knew that you still have a lot of different places! I didn't expect that you could even carve. "
He has studied sculpture, and knows more about the extraordinary world of ten directions than laymen.
The ten square world is not only a masterpiece of sculpture, but also contains Buddhism in it.
If you haven't seen the Buddhist scriptures, it's absolutely impossible to carve out the ten directions.
Is the little doctor still human?!
"Little doctor, are you free recently? Let's meet." Sheng Qingtang said, "I've got all the qualifications of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association ready for you. Come and sign your name. You don't have to do anything."
"No, no appointment." Girl with the most polite tone said the most heartless words, "this man is dead, something burning paper."
Sheng Qingtang on the other end of the phone
**
naturally, Zhong Manhua also saw the microblog sent by Zhong Group.
But when she saw it, she had already arrived at Zhong's house.
She doesn't go on Weibo very much, but Zhong Zhiwan told her.
When Zhong Manhua heard this, he laughed angrily.
Say ten square boundary is carved by Ying Zijin?
They don't know how much money Jiang Moyuan brought back from poor counties?
Zhong Zhiwan is very observant. In addition, she is depressed these days.
She looked at Zhong Manhua's face and said with a smile, "aunt, my cousin really likes her. I'm a little envious of her."
Zhong Manhua didn't answer.
Master Zhong likes Ying Zijin. In fact, she feels better.
Even if Ying Zijin can't do anything, at least he has won the favor of the older generation.
But the polite words still have to be said, Zhong Manhua also smiles: "late, your grandfather likes you most."Zhong Zhiwan's smile froze and his fingers clenched his clothes.
"Hello?" When the bell rings, Zhong Manhua answers the phone and says, "what? Are you the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association? "
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Under the microblog, there is a picture.
It is before, Ying Zijin brings the ten square boundary that comes to conference room.
The reason why shifangjie can become a famous work in the field of sculpture is that it is difficult to forge.
Not to mention whether the original ice jadeite stone can be imitated, that is to say, few people can carve eighty-eight Buddhas with different shapes on the half human highland jade.
As a result, there is no imitation of the decagonal world in the carving market.
This is also why the CEO of DK group was so impolite when he saw the world of ten parties.
Because no one can think that someone can really carve out a new ten square boundary in just four days, or even more wonderful.
Don't mention outsiders, or if Mr. Zhong gave the middle-aged shareholders this micro blog copy, he really didn't know that shifangjie had not come back, but it was newly carved.
"Uncle Zhong, won't you?" After the middle-aged shareholders finished their microblogging, they came back in a daze, "isn't that our ten party boundary?"
"Of course not." Mr. Zhong was very proud and waved his big hand. "It's all said that it was carved by my granddaughter."
Oh, it seems that the boy of the Fu family also helped.
No matter, he can't see or hear.
When will you return the snacks that Mr. Fu stole from you? He'll look at the boy again.
The middle-aged shareholder wiped a sweat and asked in a trembling voice, "are you not joking?"
"There's nothing to joke about." Mr. Zhong was not happy. "I'm not exaggerating. I'm not afraid to tell you. Just IBI, my granddaughter knows people."
Well, he doesn't know.
But that doesn't stop him from blowing first.
Who would be stingy to praise their children?
In fact, middle-aged shareholders still want to say that Mr. Zhong is joking.
IBI is an international organization. Even the children of those rich families in the imperial capital can't get in touch with it. How can they live in Shanghai?
But the words to the mouth, or some hesitation.
It is true that IBI has been fighting against international crimes, but it has not personally registered a microblog number and sent a microblog.
There are countless things happening in the world every day, most of which are monitored and managed by IBI, and the manpower is very urgent.
Even if the loss of the border is a transnational theft, it is very significant.
But the bigger thing is not without, after all, this theft did not involve human life, how did IBI also send a micro blog?
Middle aged shareholders don't believe that IBI keeps pace with the times.
Maybe Do you really have something to do with other girls?
Under the constant show off of Mr. Zhong, the middle-aged shareholders believed something.
But netizens who haven't experienced the theft see this micro blog, and every letter is very popular.
[fake, just her? Oh, I think she wrote something that won a prize in the school art festival? Can be engraved??? Sorry, I laugh first. 】
[I'll take it. Can Zhong's group take care of what people in the world look at and know that you want to protect your own family, but it's not like that. 】
[with all due respect, carving is different from traditional Chinese painting. OK, even if your cousin really knows how to carve, can she finish it in four days? 】
[is there any evidence? Just a picture, who knows if it's your previous inventory. 】
[I whispered, but if you don't say anything else, this watch Lady is very enterprising. Don't other Zhong's insiders also say that? Did she make DK a bet? 】
[yes, that's all I love. Those who can only play the keyboard and hide behind their mobile phones, what are you doing at the age of 17? Do you still need your mother to change your clothes? 】
[if you don't have the ability, don't hurt your sister. If you go to sign an agreement with a big company, you'll be scared to incontinence before you arrive at the scene, right? 】
[we can always help my sister to see if there is anyone abusing her, and then you can receive a lawyer's letter. Don't thank me. 】
the sarcastic netizens all shut up.
The middle-aged shareholder frowned and commented: "Uncle Zhong, do we have any evidence that the boundary of ten directions is carved by Miss Biao?"
"What proof do you want?" Mr. Zhong was very unhappy. "This is my granddaughter's sculpture. Can you still create a second ten square world out of thin air?"
The middle-aged shareholder sighed: "but Uncle Zhong, the problem is that people on the Internet don't believe it."
"No?" Mr. Zhong also took out his mobile phone, fighting high spirited, "I'll go with them on the line."
He hasn't opened his microblog yet. There's a phone call coming in first.
"Grandfather."
"Ah." Master Zhong coughed a few times, "Zijin, did you go back to your father's house?"
"Stop tweeting." Ying Zijin pressed his head and said euphemistically, "please let me raise an old man."
Master Zhong: "I'm not sure."
No, who cares?He's in his seventies, and he doesn't want to retire. Instead, the more he works, the more energetic he is.
As a result, his granddaughter is going to provide for the aged?!
"Grandfather, I know you mean well." Ying Zi Jin droops Mou, smile, "I all look at."
Mr. Zhong had a bad feeling in his heart.
In fact, he didn't do anything, just let the company send a microblog.
Sometimes, people in the dark too long, a little warm also want to hold tightly.
Mr. Zhong frowned: "but online -"
"nothing." Ying Son Jin light, "I don't see again."
Don't take the initiative to stand in her way.
After the phone hung up, Mr. Zhong thought about it, turned his head and asked the middle-aged shareholder, "what do you think of my granddaughter?"
"Very well." Middle aged shareholders seriously up, "throw away your own those filters, Miss table is very suitable for managers."
She said that the Zhong Group would win if she signed the gambling agreement.
It can also bring huge benefits to Zhong's group. I've never seen it do business like this.
Mr. Zhong nodded, and his decision became clearer.
**
maseratine.
Ying Zijin looks at Berg who sends her wechat crazily without expression. It's with great patience that he doesn't pull him black.
Master Ying, is that you? 】
[I knew it must be you! Master Ying, even if you don't want to accept me as an apprentice, I will call you a teacher! Your wife is too good. Is there any art you can't do? 】Master Ying, when shall we meet again? For you, I'm still in Shanghai. Woo woo woo, please, teach me how you draw like Chino Feng. 】
Ying Zijin clicks the three small dots on the top right of the chat box to turn on message free interruption.
Good.
All of a sudden, the world is clean.
Fu Yunshen side head: "that want you to go to o continent Royal Academy of art oil painting master?"
"Yes." Ying Zijin is a little silent for a moment, "you say, this painting of oil painting, is it all talk?"
Gino von is, Berg Bryan is.
What is the tradition of oil painting?
Ying Zijin is thoughtful.
"Well." Fu Yun leaned back on the driver's seat, looking lazy, "I said no."
Ying Zijin turns her eyes and raises her eyebrows.
Fu Yun deep peach blossom eyes Yang Yang, low voice with a smile: "our children say a few more words, can kill her."
So the oil painting master in front of him is very unusual.
“……”
"So my brother is very happy." Fu Yun raised his hand and rubbed the girl's hair casually. "It's rare to die in front of me. There are so many words to say."
What depressed people fear most is to completely close themselves up and no longer contact with the outside world.
In this way, the disease will be more serious.
Fortunately not now.
Ying Zijin took a look at him. When he was ready to say something, his mobile phone rang.
It's Sheng Qingtang.
"Little doctor!" His voice was very excited, "I knew that you still have a lot of different places! I didn't expect that you could even carve. "
He has studied sculpture, and knows more about the extraordinary world of ten directions than laymen.
The ten square world is not only a masterpiece of sculpture, but also contains Buddhism in it.
If you haven't seen the Buddhist scriptures, it's absolutely impossible to carve out the ten directions.
Is the little doctor still human?!
"Little doctor, are you free recently? Let's meet." Sheng Qingtang said, "I've got all the qualifications of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association ready for you. Come and sign your name. You don't have to do anything."
"No, no appointment." Girl with the most polite tone said the most heartless words, "this man is dead, something burning paper."
Sheng Qingtang on the other end of the phone
**
naturally, Zhong Manhua also saw the microblog sent by Zhong Group.
But when she saw it, she had already arrived at Zhong's house.
She doesn't go on Weibo very much, but Zhong Zhiwan told her.
When Zhong Manhua heard this, he laughed angrily.
Say ten square boundary is carved by Ying Zijin?
They don't know how much money Jiang Moyuan brought back from poor counties?
Zhong Zhiwan is very observant. In addition, she is depressed these days.
She looked at Zhong Manhua's face and said with a smile, "aunt, my cousin really likes her. I'm a little envious of her."
Zhong Manhua didn't answer.
Master Zhong likes Ying Zijin. In fact, she feels better.
Even if Ying Zijin can't do anything, at least he has won the favor of the older generation.
But the polite words still have to be said, Zhong Manhua also smiles: "late, your grandfather likes you most."Zhong Zhiwan's smile froze and his fingers clenched his clothes.
"Hello?" When the bell rings, Zhong Manhua answers the phone and says, "what? Are you the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association? "
Under the microblog, there is a picture. It is before, Ying Zijin brings the ten square boundary that comes to conference room. The reason why shifangjie can become a famous work in the field of sculpture is that it is difficult to forge. Not to mention whether the original ice jadeite stone can be imitated, that is to say, few people can carve eighty-eight Buddhas with different shapes on the half human highland jade. As a result, there is no imitation of the decagonal world in the carving market. This is also why the CEO of DK group was so impolite when he saw the world of ten parties. Because no one can think that someone can really carve out a new ten square boundary in just four days, or even more wonderful. Don't mention outsiders, or if Mr. Zhong gave the middle-aged shareholders this micro blog copy, he really didn't know that shifangjie had not come back, but it was newly carved. "Uncle Zhong, won't you?" After the middle-aged shareholders finished their microblogging, they came back in a daze, "isn't that our ten party boundary?" "Of course not." Mr. Zhong was very proud and waved his big hand. "It's all said that it was carved by my granddaughter." Oh, it seems that the boy of the Fu family also helped. No matter, he can't see or hear. When will you return the snacks that Mr. Fu stole from you? He'll look at the boy again. The middle-aged shareholder wiped a sweat and asked in a trembling voice, "are you not joking?" "There's nothing to joke about." Mr. Zhong was not happy. "I'm not exaggerating. I'm not afraid to tell you. Just IBI, my granddaughter knows people." Well, he doesn't know. But that doesn't stop him from blowing first. Who would be stingy to praise their children? In fact, middle-aged shareholders still want to say that Mr. Zhong is joking. IBI is an international organization. Even the children of those rich families in the imperial capital can't get in touch with it. How can they live in Shanghai? But the words to the mouth, or some hesitation. It is true that IBI has been fighting against international crimes, but it has not personally registered a microblog number and sent a microblog. There are countless things happening in the world every day, most of which are monitored and managed by IBI, and the manpower is very urgent. Even if the loss of the border is a transnational theft, it is very significant. But the bigger thing is not without, after all, this theft did not involve human life, how did IBI also send a micro blog? Middle aged shareholders don't believe that IBI keeps pace with the times. Maybe Do you really have something to do with other girls? Under the constant show off of Mr. Zhong, the middle-aged shareholders believed something. But netizens who haven't experienced the theft see this micro blog, and every letter is very popular. fake, just her? Oh, I think she wrote something that won a prize in the school art festival? Can be engraved??? Sorry, I laugh first. I'll take it. Can Zhong's group take care of what people in the world look at and know that you want to protect your own family, but it's not like that. with all due respect, carving is different from traditional Chinese painting. OK, even if your cousin really knows how to carve, can she finish it in four days? is there any evidence? Just a picture, who knows if it's your previous inventory. I whispered, but if you don't say anything else, this watch Lady is very enterprising. Don't other Zhong's insiders also say that? Did she make DK a bet? yes, that's all I love. Those who can only play the keyboard and hide behind their mobile phones, what are you doing at the age of 17? Do you still need your mother to change your clothes? if you don't have the ability, don't hurt your sister. If you go to sign an agreement with a big company, you'll be scared to incontinence before you arrive at the scene, right? we can always help my sister to see if there is anyone abusing her, and then you can receive a lawyer's letter. Don't thank me. the sarcastic netizens all shut up. The middle-aged shareholder frowned and commented: "Uncle Zhong, do we have any evidence that the boundary of ten directions is carved by Miss Biao?" "What proof do you want?" Mr. Zhong was very unhappy. "This is my granddaughter's sculpture. Can you still create a second ten square world out of thin air?" The middle-aged shareholder sighed: "but Uncle Zhong, the problem is that people on the Internet don't believe it." "No?" Mr. Zhong also took out his mobile phone, fighting high spirited, "I'll go with them on the line." He hasn't opened his microblog yet. There's a phone call coming in first. "Grandfather." "Ah." Master Zhong coughed a few times, "Zijin, did you go back to your father's house?" "Stop tweeting." Ying Zijin pressed his head and said euphemistically, "please let me raise an old man." Master Zhong: "I'm not sure." No, who cares?He's in his seventies, and he doesn't want to retire. Instead, the more he works, the more energetic he is. As a result, his granddaughter is going to provide for the aged?! "Grandfather, I know you mean well." Ying Zi Jin droops Mou, smile, "I all look at." Mr. Zhong had a bad feeling in his heart. In fact, he didn't do anything, just let the company send a microblog. Sometimes, people in the dark too long, a little warm also want to hold tightly. Mr. Zhong frowned: "but online -" "nothing." Ying Son Jin light, "I don't see again." Don't take the initiative to stand in her way. After the phone hung up, Mr. Zhong thought about it, turned his head and asked the middle-aged shareholder, "what do you think of my granddaughter?" "Very well." Middle aged shareholders seriously up, "throw away your own those filters, Miss table is very suitable for managers." She said that the Zhong Group would win if she signed the gambling agreement. It can also bring huge benefits to Zhong's group. I've never seen it do business like this. Mr. Zhong nodded, and his decision became clearer. **maseratine. Ying Zijin looks at Berg who sends her wechat crazily without expression. It's with great patience that he doesn't pull him black. Master Ying, is that you? I knew it must be you! Master Ying, even if you don't want to accept me as an apprentice, I will call you a teacher! Your wife is too good. Is there any art you can't do? Master Ying, when shall we meet again? For you, I'm still in Shanghai. Woo woo woo, please, teach me how you draw like Chino Feng. Ying Zijin clicks the three small dots on the top right of the chat box to turn on message free interruption. Good. All of a sudden, the world is clean. Fu Yunshen side head: "that want you to go to o continent Royal Academy of art oil painting master?" "Yes." Ying Zijin is a little silent for a moment, "you say, this painting of oil painting, is it all talk?" Gino von is, Berg Bryan is. What is the tradition of oil painting? Ying Zijin is thoughtful. "Well." Fu Yun leaned back on the driver's seat, looking lazy, "I said no." Ying Zijin turns her eyes and raises her eyebrows. Fu Yun deep peach blossom eyes Yang Yang, low voice with a smile: "our children say a few more words, can kill her." So the oil painting master in front of him is very unusual. "So my brother is very happy." Fu Yun raised his hand and rubbed the girl's hair casually. "It's rare to die in front of me. There are so many words to say." What depressed people fear most is to completely close themselves up and no longer contact with the outside world. In this way, the disease will be more serious. Fortunately not now. Ying Zijin took a look at him. When he was ready to say something, his mobile phone rang. It's Sheng Qingtang. "Little doctor!" His voice was very excited, "I knew that you still have a lot of different places! I didn't expect that you could even carve. " He has studied sculpture, and knows more about the extraordinary world of ten directions than laymen. The ten square world is not only a masterpiece of sculpture, but also contains Buddhism in it. If you haven't seen the Buddhist scriptures, it's absolutely impossible to carve out the ten directions. Is the little doctor still human?! "Little doctor, are you free recently? Let's meet." Sheng Qingtang said, "I've got all the qualifications of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association ready for you. Come and sign your name. You don't have to do anything." "No, no appointment." Girl with the most polite tone said the most heartless words, "this man is dead, something burning paper." Sheng Qingtang on the other end of the phone **naturally, Zhong Manhua also saw the microblog sent by Zhong Group. But when she saw it, she had already arrived at Zhong's house. She doesn't go on Weibo very much, but Zhong Zhiwan told her. When Zhong Manhua heard this, he laughed angrily. Say ten square boundary is carved by Ying Zijin? They don't know how much money Jiang Moyuan brought back from poor counties? Zhong Zhiwan is very observant. In addition, she is depressed these days. She looked at Zhong Manhua's face and said with a smile, "aunt, my cousin really likes her. I'm a little envious of her." Zhong Manhua didn't answer. Master Zhong likes Ying Zijin. In fact, she feels better. Even if Ying Zijin can't do anything, at least he has won the favor of the older generation. But the polite words still have to be said, Zhong Manhua also smiles: "late, your grandfather likes you most."Zhong Zhiwan's smile froze and his fingers clenched his clothes. "Hello?" When the bell rings, Zhong Manhua answers the phone and says, "what? Are you the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association? "
