"What right do you have to make us leave!" Nian Tang shouted in rage, "If we leave here tonight, you'll never get your mother's belongings in your lifetime! And you'll never know how your mother died back then!"
Upon hearing this, Meng Chaojun saw Meng Xinian slowly stand up, a chilling, dark aura almost palpable around him, and angrily said, "Nian Tang, what nonsense are you talking about? Didn't Nian Chengcheng die of illness back then?"
"Ha, died of illness, indeed, but do you know how she got sick? How she despaired to the point of death?"
Feeling like he held an ace in his hand, Nian Tang's expression was arrogant, "All those things are written in Chengcheng's diary."
Diary...
Her damn diary.
So, there was another hidden truth back then?
Meng Chaojun's face changed, he looked at Meng Xinian and reached out to pull his arm, but Meng Xinian sharply swung it away.
"Xinian..."
