"When and how did you receive these letters?"
"When I get back from work, the letters are stuck into the door." Xiang Nuan's mother had not realized the severity of the situation. Hugging the paper box, she merely thought this was a harmless prank. "Initially, I was also shocked by the number of letters and did try to ask a few neighbors about them, but they all refused to talk to me about it."
"Of course they won't because it was them who sent you these letters."
"But why would they do that?" Xiang Nuan's mother's tone changed slightly. "I will go and demand an explanation from them. If they really insist on chasing me and Xiang Nuan away, we can move. There is no need to resort to something like this."
"What if the thing that they want is for Xiang Nuan to die?" Chen Ge did not reach out to touch that box of letters, instead asking Xiang Nuan's mother this serious question.
