Jiang Tingxu's father's sacrifice had always been something that she avoided thinking about.
Because once she came into contact with it, her heart would become soft, and once it became soft, it would become fragile...
And this letter from many years ago that had suddenly appeared happened to directly touch the fragile feeling hidden in the bottom of her heart, so much so that it was out of control.
No matter how hard Mo Boyuan tried to coax her, he could not make her stop. He lowered his head and kissed the woman's forehead:
"Let's go back."
After saying that, he carried her bridal-style, then strode out and went downstairs.
When they reached the school gate, Xiao Wu and the others were all standing guard outside. Mo Boyuan frowned and said coldly,
"Open the door."
"Yes, Boss."
The few of them quickly went forward. In less than half a minute, the iron chain was violently broken, and the gate opened.
