Shen Ruozhuo didn't expect Lou Xi to accept her provocation so easily.
Should she laugh at Lou Xi for being brave as a young calf unafraid of tigers?
Qin Mobai, who was beside Lou Xi, furrowed his brow slightly and whispered in Lou Xi's ear, "Lou Xi, don't be rash. Shen Ruozhuo is setting you up!"
Lou Xi turned to look at Qin Mobai, her expression calm, "It's alright, I studied calligraphy for a few years when I was in school."
Qin Mobai was still worried. How could what Lou Xi learned in school possibly rival someone like Shen Ruozhuo, who had been studying painting and calligraphy since childhood? Moreover, she was recognized as a representative of the younger generation of national painters, a student of Wu Guanzhong's student, Wang Changkai, and was rated as the most resembling new-generation painter and calligrapher to Wu Guanzhong.
Writing next to Shen Ruozhuo's painting — wasn't that just putting yourself in a difficult position?
