Chu Nanxi's heart tightened.
Could it be? Just from a signature, he could tell it was her handwriting?
Of course, her face remained completely expressionless, her eyes unfazed, as she blinked and spoke teasingly.
"Mr. Tang, are you sure you haven't mistaken it?"
"I mean, the feeling when you guys write!" Tang Yao stood up, pulled out the autographed edition he had so painstakingly acquired from the drawer, and flipped it open to hand the front page to her, "I also practiced calligraphy for a few years when I was a kid, so I know a bit. Look at this signature on the top, the stroke structure is unique, very robust, and it must take at least ten years to reach this level!"
Chu Nanxi made no affirmation or denial and sat back down, as Tang Yao slightly squinted his eyes.
"Although I still don't know whether the writer is male or female, there's one thing I can be certain of—Tao Yi is in Jincheng!"
Chu Nanxi's heart gave another tight clench, "You know this too?"