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    Tang Jia Chong was silent, he originally didn’t quite understand how much of a reason there was for Mako to have the idea of running away from her family of origin.

    These days, he learned little by little about the relationship between Mu Xiao and Liu Hongying.

    The more he understood, the less he wanted Mako to go back to a mother like that.

    She doesn’t want a divorce, she wants to live in her current home.

    Then he won’t get divorced.

    He’ll let her live in their house forever.

    She will not be subjected to those injustices and indignities again.

    Wang Yu added as if he was afraid that Tang Jia Chong would think of him:

    “Brother-in-law, I was too young then, I don’t blame me for not knowing better. Moreover, if it wasn’t for me spoiling my sister’s good deed, she might be someone else’s wife now. In that case, you still have to be grateful to me.”

    “It’s all about being a student, and it may not go all the way.”

    Although inexplicably a little jealous, Tang Jia Chong’s mouth was unwilling to admit it.

    Besides, it’s rare for student relationships to carry over to the back of the house, let alone how many make it to the marriage hall.

    That would have been the truth.

    “Brother-in-law, my aunt is prejudiced against my sister, and ever since I was a little girl, my aunt has only liked my first cousin. If aunt scolds you and says anything unpleasant to you, don’t believe it, don’t listen to it. She just doesn’t want my sister to be good, if you listen to her, you’ve fallen for her trick.”

    Tang Jia Chong gently nodded, “I know, I won’t listen to her nonsense. Mu Xiao is my wife, I only trust her.”

    “Uh-huh.” Wang Yu nodded along.

    With Wang Yu’s misunderstanding cleared up, Tang Jia Chong offered to ask, “Do you want to go for a drive on the road?”

    Wang Yu’s eyes widened, “Can I?”

    “On one condition, you tell me about your sister when she was a child.”

    “I’m six years younger than my sister, and my sister was big when I can remember.”

    “Just talk about her junior high, high school, and college years.”

    “This I remember, what do you want to know?”

    “What boys have pursued your sister? Who wrote her love letters? What did they write?”

    Wang Yu took a gossipy look at Tang Jia Chong, “Brother-in-law, you’re also eating the aged vinegar.”

    “This model from Bugatti accelerates to 100 kilometers in just 2.4 seconds.”

    “I’ll tell you everything I know!”

    Tang Jia Chong took Wang Yu for a ride in the city in his sports car, the powerful motor of the sports car emitting a loud roar that drew frequent side glances from passersby.

    Wang Yu was startled and excited.

    When a person’s emotions are high and they have to talk about things, their mouths get so excited that they can’t stop.

    Even sneaking a peek at the contents of two of the love letters received by Mako recalled to Tang Jia Chong.

    Love letters written by junior high and high school students are shy and childish in their words, but sincere in their feelings.

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