C1398 This grandson isn't a thing

Ling Feiyu picked up a pen on the desk and waved it in front of Vito, who had a face full of confusion.

Yun Lingxue rolled her eyes, "Look at the pen you're using."

"What happened to the pen?" Vito still didn't understand. His pen was an imitation quill made from a pen brand.

Strictly speaking, this was not a real feather pen. Instead