The woman who gave birth to her is dead...
Chiang Xiao felt a chill in her heart.
How did that woman actually die?
How could it be such a coincidence that she died right after giving birth?
She felt that Nian Che was truly frightening.
"Brother Xinian, let's go." She pulled Meng Xinian up.
The purpose of coming here was to get Nian Chengcheng's letter and see what she had written. Now that she had seen it, why stay?
"Leaving so soon?" Nian Che suddenly raised his voice, "Aren't you curious about who my bride is?"
Chiang Xiao stopped and turned around.
"Nian Che, maybe you're so ill that you don't even know it yourself. But I advise you to see a psychiatrist; I think there's something wrong here."
She pointed to her head and then continued, "However, I suspect you're beyond help now because, clearly, your illness is in its late stages and likely incurable."
"Hahaha," Nian Che laughed, "You're truly amusing. But my future wife should have arrived already."
