My condolences

Qiao Nian frowned slightly. It seemed that there was a dead end again. She lowered her gaze, her eyes filled with disappointment.

Jiang Chi realized that something was wrong with Qiao Nian's expression and asked, "What do you mean by asking me these questions!"

"I can't explain it in a few words." As Qiao Nian spoke, she took out Jiang Cheng's diary from her bag and handed it to Jiang Chi. "When you finish reading Jiang Cheng's diary, you'll know why I'm asking these questions. However, I hope you're mentally prepared!"

Jiang Chi took the diary from Jiang Cheng. His hand inadvertently trembled, and his fingers gently caressed the cover of the diary.