This was the only good news he had heard in the past few days.
Jiang Niancheng handed her a piece of paper. " He wrote this for you. I swear, I didn't read it! "
Mo Yangyang took it nervously and unfolded it.
'Anhao, miss me!'
Mo Yangyang's lips curled up!
There were only four words on the paper. The handwriting was weak. It could be seen that the person who wrote it did not have much strength in his hands. He should be very weak.
However, she had spent a long time reading these short words.
When the Spicy Strip could not stand it anymore, it tugged at her clothes.
"Mommy!"
Mo Yangyang folded the note and carefully put it in her pocket!
"Where's my mother? How is she?" she asked Jiang Niancheng.
