With nothing else to do, Chen Yi decided it was time to leave.
"Mr. Yue Ming, you…"
But before Chen Yi could finish, Pei Zhaoye suddenly ran over to him. "Mr. Qingzhou," he said, "your Calligraphy Dao—can you teach it to me?"
Chen Yi frowned slightly, sizing him up without a word. He continued with his formal bow to Mr. Yue Ming.
"Dean, I have other matters to attend to, so I must take my leave."
Mr. Yue Ming glanced at Pei Zhaoye, then smiled and replied, "Of course. When you come to teach the Calligraphy Dao before the Mid-Autumn Festival, I guarantee this exhibition hall will be to your satisfaction."
"As long as you are satisfied, Dean."
With that, Chen Yi said his goodbyes to the others and signaled for Xiao Wan'er to get ready to leave.
Seeing this, Pei Zhaoye, refusing to give up, blocked his path.
"Mr. Qingzhou, I apologize for my previous actions. I hope you can forgive me and teach me the Calligraphy Dao."
