The walls were adorned with many famous calligraphy and paintings. On the table against the wall, a blue porcelain vase held many scrolls of artwork. The room was filled with the fragrance of paper and ink. Such an office could truly be called a study, unlike Zhou Jiren's study, which was more of a guest room for entertaining visitors.
"Miss Bei has an extraordinary eye. Those three characters were written for me by a highly respected elderly gentleman who coincidentally is also here." Feng Yunzhang brewed a pot of tea and poured it for the two of them.
With his eyelids slightly lowered, Zhou Jiren asked, "The elderly gentleman you mentioned, could it be Mr. Wu?"
"That's correct," Feng Yunzhang smiled, "I heard he came here to recuperate a few days ago, so I went to visit him."
"Why would Mr. Wu come here?" Zhou Jiren asked.
