After sending Pan Tian away and returning to living alone, Gao Yi sat at his desk and carefully looked at the paper in his hand.

The black handwriting seemed to be written in ink, and the font was graceful and straight.

Even Gao Yi, a calligraphy layman, can tell at a glance that his level is not low.

But the problem now is obviously not the handwriting but the content.

[Noon, tea restaurant downstairs]

[Talk about your "heart-wrenching fog\

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