"Someone else told me." Father Jiang smiled. He didn't dare tell Jiang Xue it was Cheng Li who told them. So, he immediately changed the subject and asked, "What did you go to the city for?"
"Dad, I was just about to tell you." Jiang Xue looked at Father Jiang and told him everything she did in the city. She also mentioned that she made quite a bit of money.
"What, your calligraphy not only went to an exhibition but also sold for money?" Father Jiang was also shocked. He knew exactly what kind of person his daughter was. Even though her writing was decent, he really couldn't believe it could sell for money.
"Yes!" Jiang Xue couldn't help but laugh at her father's surprised look and said, "Dad, don't be so amazed. I put in a lot of hard work practicing writing. During the month I was confined after childbirth, whenever the baby was asleep and I had nothing to do, I practiced writing every day. Otherwise, how could my calligraphy improve so quickly, how could it sell?"
