Nan Wuji voiced his admiration for Duan Yanran, and so did people like Lüzhou; her calligraphy was indeed beautiful and demonstrated a master's level.
Duan Yanran still maintained a modest demeanor, but her heart was already stirring with great turmoil; she knew full well the writing wasn't her own, she didn't possess such skill.
Standing to the side, Shen Mengxi's expression was quite vivid, admiring the calligraphy Duan Yanran had produced, yet also feeling a deep sense of loss.
She had thought victory was certain, yet she hadn't expected that Duan Yanran could also produce such fine calligraphy, keeping her talent hidden. What then was the panic she had revealed in her eyes before? Could it have been intentional?
Shen Mengxi, puzzled, didn't dawdle, having someone immediately mount the calligraphy. Both female CEOs had presented their phrases, each adapted from classical poetry, each with their own charm.