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On the banks of Junting Lake, in someone's villa study.

Su Wuxian was writing calligraphy with iron hooks and silver strokes, which penetrated the back of the paper, and every stroke was vigorous and powerful.

Now, every piece of Su Wuxian can be sold at a sky-high price, but he has never sold a single piece.

At this time, Su Chiyan had already walked in and said, "Dad, I figured it out. It was the Tianzheng Church's move."

"The Tianzheng Church... What a mess? Shouldn't they perish two hundred years ago?" Su Wuxian was still writing words while speaking, without stopping.

"Well, it is said that this time it was because..." Su Chiyan pondered the words, then felt a little bloody, and smiled bitterly: "Because, jealous."

"Jealous? That kid's love luck is really strong." Su Wuxian lifted the written rice paper and handed it to Su Chiyan: "Take it aside and dry it."

"Dad, what do you mean about the Tianzheng Church this time?" Su Chiyan took the letter and asked.

"No matter what, they are the grandson of the Old Su family. There is no need to be such a revenge overnight."

Su Wuxian said, and wrote a murderous word on the next new piece of rice paper!
Chapter completed!