However, the writing on the paper Fang Yue handed him was so sloppy it was hardly better than a beginner's.
Wen Tailai immediately lost all interest in reading any further.
He placed the pages face down on the table. If he weren't trying to save face for his old friend, he would have torn them to shreds long ago.
Seeing this, the other Noble Family Descendants around them began to gloat. It was obvious to them that the fellow who dared to submit his work first had to be a complete buffoon.
Otherwise, the ever-gentle Wen Tailai, Mr. Wen Da, would never have reacted this way.
They knew Wen Tailai's temperament well. If he encountered a fine poem or essay, he would cherish it, refusing to put it down even to eat or sleep.
But if he disliked a piece, or if its quality was exceptionally poor, he would simply place it face down on the table.
