"There are two remittance forms in total, do you need a copy of the form mailed to the recipient?"
Ni Yang replied: "Send it over." After all, 60,000 yuan wasn't a small amount, and without a mobile phone to receive payment information in those days.
"Okay." Shangguan Xu gave Ni the remittance form, "Sign here."
Ni Yang took up the pen and swiftly signed her name.
Her signature retained the style from her previous life, with a hint of cursive script, but she wouldn't make it difficult for people to recognise.
Shangguan Xu took the signed remittance form, and a look of admiration appeared in his eyes.
The handwriting was simply too beautiful.
It didn't seem like it came from the hand of a girl.
Instead, it seemed like it was written by a boy, exuding an air of grandeur.
