After swallowing her dry throat, Zhang Moyan finally spoke clearly: "Mr. Zhang didn't mention the South mentioned here. Where was this letter sent from?"
Zhang Moyan admired herself very much. She could actually behave like a curious reporter who was only interested in finding clues about the missing person at this time.
Could it be that such natural and flawless acting skills were inherited from Chen Yun?
Xiao Guotao was obviously surprised by her reaction. He paused before saying, "This letter wasn't mailed. It was delivered directly into the envelope."
"Then there is no postmark. It seems that Mr. Zhang might have come back before committing suicide." Zhang Moyan spoke heartlessly, and her stomach gradually felt uncomfortable.
"Ah... probably."
"Thank you for your trust," Zhang Moyan handed the phone back to Xiao Guotao with both hands. "Indeed, you will understand after reading it. There is indeed no clue about Ms. Chen in this letter. Please rest assured that the content I saw today has nothing to do with finding someone and will be kept confidential!" She assured herself.
Xiao Guotao took the phone, looked at her inquiringly, opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end said nothing.
In the silence, the VIP ward seemed even more spacious. Fortunately, Zhou Xia, who had bought coffee, pushed the door open and walked in at this time.
"Mo Yan, the hazelnut latte you requested is here. Sorry to have kept you waiting!"
"Thank you, Zhou Xia," Zhang Moyan took the package. "Hey, isn't this the coffee shop on the first floor of the hospital? Did you run out and buy it for me?"
"They don't have hazelnut latte on the first floor. There's a Starbucks at the back door of the hospital, so I bought it there." Zhou Xia put her coffee bag on the table and took out the coffee. Her bag contained two cups, and it was obvious that the other cup had been given to someone else.
"Trouble you running so far, I can drink anything else."
"It's not far at all. You can get to the back door in no time by walking through the small garden."
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The two girls started chattering, and the atmosphere became even more heated when the TV was turned on. It seemed that Zhang Shunqing's suicide note no longer existed in this dimension.
After finishing her coffee, she sat for a while. The nurse began to remind visitors to leave the ward. Zhang Moyan then stood up and said goodbye (she hadn't expected that she could stay calm for so long). "Mr. Xiao, it's getting late. I won't disturb you to rest. I'll leave first. I'll come see you again when I have time."
Xiao Guotao sat up straighter: "Oh, okay."
Zhang Moyan was about to move when Xiao Guotao suddenly said, "Miss Zhang, since you and Xingyu are dating, why don't you arrange a time to meet your mother?"
Zhang Moyan was worried. Xiao Guotao suddenly made this suggestion, and mentioned "your mother". It was obvious that he had not given up testing her.
The elders of the Xiao family did not know the surnames and names of her current parents, so Xiao Guotao most likely assumed her mother was Chen Yun. Based on this reasoning, Xiao Guotao would interpret her visit today as a request from her mother to understand Zhang Shunqing's suicide note.
"I'll go back and talk to my parents first," Zhang Moyan lowered her head, letting her long hair fall down to cover half of her cheek, as if she was shy. "My parents will be nervous if a celebrity like you meets them."
When it comes to acting, she really has no teacher.
Xiao Guotao smiled slowly: "Why are you nervous... There's no need to be nervous."
"Mr. Xiao, I'm leaving first."
"good."
"Moyan, I'll see you off!" Zhou Xia came over and put his arm around Zhang Moyan.
Only when she walked did Zhang Moyan feel her feet were heavy, as if they were filled with lead, but with Zhou Xia by her side, she tried her best to perform a normal gait.
When the two of them walked into the corridor, Zhou Xia mysteriously took something out of his pocket and stuffed it into her hand: "Here's a small gift for you!"
"What is it?" Zhang Moyan kept smiling. When she looked at it, it turned out to be a lipstick in a white plastic tube. No logo could be seen from her looking at it from left to right.
"This is the lipstick Geng Jun made for me. Isn't he romantic?" Zhou Xia smiled beautifully, with sweetness overflowing from her eyes.
"Dean Geng made this lipstick. Wow, so romantic," Zhang Moyan said flatteringly. "How did he make this? It looks so difficult!"
Zhou Xia's lips curled up with pride. "He said it was simple, with the tamper-evident method or something, but I don't really understand it. Anyway, it's genuine, all-natural, handmade lipstick, so it's definitely safer than regular lipstick. The color is a bit too much for a straight-man aesthetic, but Mo Yan, you have fair skin, so you can handle it!"
Zhang Moyan clenched her small mouth in her palm, looked deeply at Zhou Xia, and said from the bottom of her heart: "Zhou Xia, I envy you so much for being able to fall in love with the person you love."
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