Hearing the sound, Shen Yan opened the door and went in.

He was seeing Ji Hanchuan and his grandfather standing in front of the red sandalwood desk practicing calligraphy.

The man was wearing a hand-tailored black suit, which made him look dignified, cold and imposing.

Grandpa looked at the words in front of him with a sad expression and sighed.

Seeing Shen Yan coming, grandpa hurriedly called her over as if seeing a savior, "Yanyan, come quickly and grind ink ...