Chapter 1187: Do You Think You Can Get Out Alive?

Li Zhiqian sneered, "This is my mother's handwriting; I've compared it to her notes which have no numbers, and I've had it authenticated by my own experts. It's definitely my mother's handwriting, and it can't be faked."

Gao Huizhi was somewhat puzzled.

He took the envelope out of the plastic bag and opened it.

Inside, there indeed was a piece of paper.

That paper really had a sense of age.

Although it had been handled until it was as smooth as wax.

But it had been well-preserved, with no damage or destruction.

The handwriting on it was also exceptionally clear.

In truth, it was just a short few lines.

Xia Yangyang stood right next to Gao Huizhi.

So she could clearly see the content of the letter.