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Ling Qingran pursed her red lips in disdain, her eyes filled with ridicule. She was extremely confident in her own skills, convinced she was so talented she could hold her head high in the calligraphy world. Ruan Su did not spare her a second glance. The woman was clearly unhinged, an empty-headed fool who still insisted on putting on airs. In Ruan Su's eyes