At this moment, in a unit in Shenzhen, Mu Qiancheng and his team had just returned from a mission in the morning and were resting in the dormitory.
Lying on the bed, Mu Qiancheng was thinking about the people at home. His mind was filled with the image of Jiang Xue, her angry expression, her reluctant expression.
But what he couldn't understand was, why wasn't Jiang Xue writing back to him?
The day he went on the mission, he had sent the letter. It's already been a month. Even if it came back twice, the letter should have arrived by now.
But why hadn't he received a letter?
Mu Qiancheng couldn't figure it out. He planned to make a phone call in the afternoon and check. Jiang Xue should be out of confinement now and capable of answering calls.
By then, he wanted to ask her properly why she hadn't written back for so long.
