Half-written invitation cards were scattered across the table, the rest were blank.
Qiao Xiaon'an casually picked up a few to read. Her father's vigorous handwriting was sprawled all over them, and compared to Amo's handwriting, it was just as powerful.
When she was a child, she loved her father's handwriting the most. Now, she compared Amo's handwriting with her father's, and they seemed equally good.
"Dad, your handwriting is beautiful, the more I look at it, the more I love it. Amo's handwriting is also very beautiful. Every morning, he leaves me a note."
"Amo is a big shot, his handwriting must be much better than mine."
"Dad, you're being modest. My mother and you are completely from different worlds."
"I'm used to your mother's temper."
Qiao Xiaon'an put down the few invitation cards in her hand.
She took out two sets of beautifully packaged clothes from the shopping bag, "Dad, it's getting cold, I bought a set of thermal underwear for you and mom."
