This letter was delivered normally. Judging from the length of correspondence between Wangjiang City and Maplewood City, the matter must have been irreversible.

Jiang Wang couldn't say how deep his feelings were for Aunt Song, but on the one hand, she was his father's wife, and on the other hand, she was An An's mother.

She has irreplaceable meaning to Jiang Anan and is a very important part of her life.

And now she is gone forever.

Although Jiang Anan is still young, a child does not understand everything.

Jiang Wang himself came from that age. He understands the sensitivity and fragility of children. He understands how uncomfortable the little guy feels.

On weekdays, when little An An falls down, Jiang Wang becomes extremely distressed.

Not to mention that his heart would be broken when he looked at her eyes that were swollen from crying.

"An An, be good, An An, don't cry. I have a brother, I have a brother."

"Woo woo woo, my mother, she..."

"An'an, An'an, brother will definitely give you an explanation."

Jiang Wang held her little head and said gently but firmly.
Chapter completed!