"Gun Gun, what are you doing?" Da Bao knocked on the door and crossed his arms. "Don't touch Xiao Bei's personal belongings."
"They're not. It's a letter for me. There are letters for you here too. Brother Da Bao, come and take a look." Gun Gun raised a pile of letters.
These were all written by Su Bei a long time ago. She had planned to tell Lu Heting that he should give each of them a letter on their birthday every year. However, she didn't expect that Gun Gun would read them now.
Da Bao suspiciously took a letter and opened it. Gun Gun was still reading the contents with great interest. He was happily reading the words written by Su Bei. But after he began reading, he realized he didn't recognize many of the words.
In contrast to Gun Gun's happiness, Da Bao's intuition had always been the most accurate.
