Of course Qin Mu remembered their bet, so the next day she asked her grandpa to write some large characters for her, and then asked him to send it to him.
"Kid, I heard you want me to write these words? Hmph!"
So the next evening, after dinner, the whole family was sitting on the sofa drinking tea and watching the news. The old man came out of the study with a roll of xuan paper, and before sitting down, he handed the rolled-up xuan paper to his grandson.
Mu Yichen took it with a puzzled look, then removed Huanhuan's hair tie from around the paper, and under the curious eyes of the parents, he slowly opened the paper.
"Love you for ten thousand years!"
The old man's vigorous handwriting really was not suited for those words.
