In the following afternoon, Wen Xinya headed to the Mo Family home excitedly.
Old Mr. Mo was in the midst of practicing calligraphy in the study, exuding a refined and commanding aura. "How many times have I told you before that girls ought to be reserved and calm? You're so flighty and fidgety."
Wen Xinya secretly stuck her tongue out at Old Mr. Mo and retracted her leg. She then pretended to be demure and composed. After knocking on the door twice, she asked, "Grampy, may I enter?"
Old Mr. Mo answered without raising his head, "Come in!"
Wen Xinya secretly grimaced at Old Mr. Mo and entered the study.
The aroma of ink filled the air in the study. It was a fragrance that smelled perfect and not too overwhelming, unlike oil-based ink. In fact, it was rather rich and alluring.
