Tracking

Only the involved parties would know what kind of relationship it was.

Mo Boyuan gently supported Jiang Tingxu's shoulder.

"There's no rush. There's plenty of time to find out. Now, shall we go see Father?" he coaxed.

Since the suspect had already been confirmed, it was only a matter of time.

Although Jiang Tingxu was anxious, she gradually calmed down.

There had to be a suitable time and place for everything.

Otherwise, who knew what else might happen?

At this point, certain people would have already killed senselessly to cover up the truth all those years ago.

In front of Father Jiang's grave, the young couple stood side by side.

"Father, I will find out the truth and let those who harmed you be brought to justice," cried Jiang Tingxu. "If you are watching over me in Heaven, please bless me!"