"This is impossible," Hao Keren shouted loudly, because her grandfather loved her the most. He had told her early on that he would give her one-third of the company's shares after his death. Of course, Hao Keren was still young and not that fond of money, so she didn't take her grandfather's words seriously.
Hao Keren bit her lip and said, "This will is definitely fake. Grandfather couldn't possibly leave us and give all the company shares to you."
"If you don't believe it, you can take a look," Hao Zhenghua said confidently.
Hao Longhua snatched the will from him, and upon seeing the clear handwriting, his shoulders trembled, and his expression revealed an unbelievable look as he murmured, "Impossible, this is impossible, Dad wouldn't do this."
It was obvious that the handwriting truly belonged to Hao Tianfeng, and this was undeniable. Hao Longhua could confirm it entirely, because if he couldn't even recognize his own father's handwriting, could he still claim to be his son?
