Shang Jing frowned and replied respectfully, "Mr. Liang, the artistic conception of this piece is not something that a 20-year-old girl can achieve. Coincidentally, I heard that Mr. Yi lost a piece of calligraphy, so I took this piece of calligraphy to ask Mr. Yi. It's indeed the piece he lost, but I don't know how it ended up in Teacher Qiao's hands. This is enough to prove that she stole Mr. Yi's work!"
"Heh…" Liang Pingchuan sneered. "Just because Yi Cang said that his work is his, does it mean it's his? Didn't Teacher Qiao produce an even more perfect piece? She has already proven herself with her ability. There's no need for her to steal Yi Cang's work. "
Shang Jing's expression was a little gloomy, then he frowned and said, "Mr. Liang, the calligraphy piece that Teacher Qiao wrote on the spot is a copy of Mr. Yi's work. It can only mean that she's indeed talented, but she's just a 20-year-old girl. How could she have written such a perfect piece?"
Bang!
