Wu Tong said with a mocking look on his face.
"Kid, I advise you not to humiliate yourself here. You're just a delivery guy, you've never even learned calligraphy, and yet you dare pick up a brush in front of me."
Seeing that Ye Chen ignored him, Wu Tong continued.
"How about this, if you really can write well, I'll kneel and call you daddy. Otherwise, you have to do the same. How about it?"
Wu Tong was deliberately using a provocation. He knew that as a man, Ye Chen would definitely agree in front of Lin Shiyin.
Sure enough, just as he expected, Ye Chen smiled and said.
"You said it yourself. Don't you dare regret it."
Hearing Ye Chen's words, Wu Tong found it ridiculous. He felt the one who should regret it wasn't him, but Ye Chen.
Lin Shiyin was also getting a bit anxious on the side. She'd seen Ye Chen's handwriting before—honestly, even elementary school kids wrote better than him.
Hearing the Two People in front of her talk trash like this gave Lin Shiyin a headache.
