Qin Haodong took Chu Xuanyue's hand, pointed at the plaque on the door, and asked, "I wrote that and it looks great, doesn't it?"

Chu Xuanyue looked up at the words on the plaque. The handwriting looked vigorous and powerful. She thought that it must have been written by a master of calligraphy, but the calligrapher turned out to be her son.

"Haodong, are you kidding me?"

"Mom, of course I'm serious. This was really written by me."

Qin ...