Mo Xiuchen's gaze grew ever colder.
Previously, in the mudslide in City B, Cheng Jia's parents and her identification were found amongst the disaster, and he believed that Cheng Jia must have died too.
"If it's Cheng Jia, her purpose would be much simpler."
Mo Xiuchen's deep voice carried a bone-chilling coldness.
Mo Jingteng had said on his deathbed that Cheng Jia would surely return to seek revenge on him and Ranran...
That was why he had been relentlessly searching for Cheng Jia. Gu Kai looked at his ice-covered handsome face and said calmly, "Mo Xiuchen, if it really is Cheng Jia, she probably wouldn't hurt Momo, right? Her target has always been very clear."
"Mm."
After Gu Kai left, Mo Xiuchen put Ziyi back in the crib. He sat in front of the bed, tenderly gazing at Wen Ran on the bed. As he watched, his eyes inexplicably began to moisten. He lowered his head and gently kissed her hand, whispering softly, "Ranran, you must be strong."
**
Wen Ran had a dream.
