Xiong Yujiao turned to look at the middle-aged man, a trace of displeasure flashing across her brow. "He is not someone greedy for money," she said. "No matter how high your offer, he won't sell it. This piece of calligraphy... he was probably going to give it to me."
Before she could finish, Lěng Yè gently pushed her aside, his face beaming with a wide smile as he turned to the middle-aged man. "My friend, are you really planning to spend ten million to buy my calligraphy? We should seriously talk about this."
The middle-aged man smiled with refined elegance. "Master Lěng, you jest. I am truly moved by your calligraphy, and I am entirely sincere."
Chapter 57