"I knew it, Xinian, you've always been a filial child. That's your mother's keepsake, recording something very important. How could you possibly not want it?"
"Where is the diary?" Meng Xinian asked in a deep voice.
Old Meng and Meng Chaojun exchanged a glance, and their moods inevitably grew heavy.
They hadn't expected that Nian Tang actually had Nian Chengcheng's diary in his hands.
But what Meng Chaojun was thinking was, was there some hidden story about Nian Chengcheng's illness back then? Wasn't it just because she did something unworthy of him, unworthy of her son, felt ashamed to face people, and then got depression and died from it?
No matter what, back then she did something that wronged them father and son.
Must he wound his son again now because of her diary?
"Xinian..." He wanted to reach out and pull Meng Xinian.
Meng Xinian suddenly turned back to stare at him.
The look seemed like he was about to lose control and strike him.
