She was an adult; she was not a child. She should have been able to control her emotions. Her mood lightened.
Mo Boyuan handed her a warm towel to wipe her face.
"Thank you."
However, a certain someone replied, "My wife, before we met, you never thanked me, and there was never any need for you to thank me in the first place. Everything I've done has always been of my own free will, so there's no need for you to thank me."
"Enough! We're already together, and you're still spouting these flowery words!"
He was being serious! Why did it seem as if his wife thought him frivolous?
Ahem.
"Have you learnt anything from that letter?"
Jiang Tingxu stopped wiping her face, a frown creasing her brow. She shook her head,
"Nothing."
Mo Boyuan was not disappointed. The mastermind would not have spent decades plotting if it were so easy to obtain clues.
"There's no rush. We still have time."
