In the name of my beloved daughter, at the cost of death.

Jiang Yu heaved a sigh of relief when he saw her open her eyes. He said in a hoarse voice, " "Jing Tong, I know you're very sad right now. But listen carefully to me, Yingluo. Not only did your father leave you a will, he also left behind a autobiography. In the autobiography, he said that everything he did back then was instigated by Tang Xu and he even gave evidence of their private interactions. Yingluo's grandfather wants to release the autobiography immediately, but I don't want your father to be in any trouble after his death. That's why I must immediately set off to stop him. Let's go together, okay?"

After Jing Tong heard this, the tears that she had tried so hard to stop fell again.

So Yingluo's father really did it for her, Yingluo.

She still couldn't speak and could only nod hard. Jiang Yu sighed and wiped the tears from her face. He leaned over and kissed her eyes. don't be afraid. I'm here.