Across the table, there was no response. Tang Zheng glanced secretly and saw his senior brother, Lu Hui, sitting straight at the table, writing.
Although he couldn't see what he was writing, the strokes were like silver hooks and iron paintings, revealing the profound skill of Lu Hui's calligraphy.
In fact, Tang Zheng knew very well that if the entire literary circle were ranked by calligraphy level, his senior brother might not be number one, but he would definitely be in the top ten.
The key is that the characters written by his senior brother are just like his personality, square and upright, without a hint of slickness.
No idea what his senior brother was writing, but seeing this serious demeanor, it seemed quite important.
While Tang Zheng was pondering, Lu Hui put down his pen and slowly turned his head to look at him.
Lu Hui wasn't particularly handsome, but his eyes were distinctly clear and bright.
But it was this calm gaze that made Tang Zheng's scalp tingle.
