Wang Han’s face turned slightly red.
"I just came to say hello and say goodbye! Really."
Xu Qingjun looked at Wang Han with a face full of smiles, much like an elder looking at her most cherished child. "You child. Nie Linyuan hasn't picked up a brush in over a decade, but last night he was in such an unusually good mood that he wrote a piece. He said if you liked it, he’d give it to you."
Chapter 821