Although Xibao was only seven or eight years old, she had a particularly strong ability to express herself, and her handwriting was very good, boasting a grace well beyond her years.
"Between the lines, there's a hint of Wen Ruyu's shadow; I have some of Wen Ruyu's works here," the old leader commented on Xibao's calligraphy, "Every letter the little guy sends me shows tremendous progress over the previous one, it could be described as rapid. Lu Jiang and Qingxue have done a very good job teaching Xibao, really good."
"Wen Ruyu? I haven't heard that name in a long time." Wang Xinsheng remembered the last time he heard about Wen Ruyu, it was when he was unfortunately demoted and sent away to an unknown place.
The old leader nodded, "Same here."
His brows furrowed slightly, his mood somewhat irritable.
