You Must Hold My Hand Even If We Are Going to Hell
編輯: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Jiang Jingchen wanted Tang Beibei to eat something before going to the nursing home, but Tang Beibei had no appetite at all. She just stared blankly at the bowl in front of her.
Jiang Jingchen said, "Don't worry. Song Zhou has already gone to investigate. Once he finds out that she has a son, he will investigate the crimes committed by her son. The old woman won't be able to deny it even if she wants to."
"Sure."
Tang Beibei looked at the worried man and said, "Hubby, I feel like crying. What should I do?"
Jiang Jingchen cupped her face. "Cry if you want to. You can do whatever you want with me. You are my Beibei and my precious."
Tang Beibei blinked once and tears rolled down her face. She sobbed, "I really wished that Rong Chan'er was lying. My grandmother would still be my grandmother. She doesn't have a son and she was true to me."
Jiang Jingchen kissed the corners of her eyes. Her tears were corroding his heart.