Kylin Company's fate was decided when Lu Qingqing and her parents smoothly arrived in the Capital.
Having given notice in advance, Jinyu Hall was already cleaned and tidied up early by the doorman and his wife, so the family of three moved in directly.
Of course, there were also assistants, bodyguards, and others.
It was Lu Qingqing's first encounter with a private siheyuan, and she looked around curiously.
Before entering, she noticed the plaque above the door. The "Jinyu Hall" calligraphy, vigorous and powerful, was particularly attractive.
"I wrote that myself," said Song Xiufeng. Perhaps the only thing he could beat Ning Anping at was his beautiful calligraphy, a skill he developed from a young age, unlike Ning Anping.
With a light snort, Ning Anping, holding her daughter's hand, stepped inside, "It's just a bit of writing, what's there to be proud of?"
After more than twenty years, she had mastered it too.
Upon hearing this, Lu Qingqing couldn't help but snicker.
