The Old Man's handwriting, many in the Qin Family could still recognize it.
Because on ordinary days.
Besides playing games, Qin Mu would occasionally indulge in calligraphy.
When he wrote something he was satisfied with, he would even have it framed at home.
To speak frankly, this old man had a bit of vanity, thinking his calligraphy skills were quite proficient!
But thankfully, he only bragged occasionally at home and hadn't gone out to boast blithely.
Yet even so.
Many in the Qin Family, at home every day, almost always saw various calligraphy works of the Old Man on the walls, and became accustomed to it.
This also made them very familiar with Qin Mu's handwriting.
This contract, at a glance, seemed to be fine!
"Grandpa signed it!"
Qin Yuegu glanced at the contract, nodded finally, and said coldly.
But she ignored it then, and instead turned to lift up Qin Mu, placing him on the sofa.
Qin Mu was already breathless, his body gradually becoming cold.
