Tang San Is a Bastard

After all, this was not a presidential suite like Qian Chenzhou's. The toilet had separate stalls, so there was no need to worry about someone suddenly barging in.

If it had been the kind with a standalone bathtub placed opposite the bed and only a gauzy curtain for cover, Xiao Wu would have turned around and left without a word the moment she saw it.

Xiao Wu did not open the envelope right away. She waited until the sound of running water came from inside before quickly tearing it open.

The handwriting that met her eyes made her eyes instantly brim with tears.

She raised a hand to wipe away the tears at the corners of her eyes and hurriedly read on, but the more she read, the more alarmed she became.

She could not help glancing toward the toilet door. Once the sound of water inside gradually softened, she quickly walked to the bed, took out a tinderbox, and set the letter on fire.

Watching the paper burn away until it turned into a pile of ash that scattered in the wind, she hurriedly sealed the envelope back up.

"Xiao Wu, why are you crying?"

Tang San had just come out when he saw Xiao Wu's reddened eyes. Even the half-eaten carrot had been tossed onto the bedside.

"Xiao San, it's nothing. I just miss my mother." When Xiao Wu mentioned Ah Rou, her eyes reddened even more as she raised a hand to wipe away her tears.

Although the letter did not directly mention Ah Rou's current situation, every line guided Xiao Wu toward the conclusion that she was not doing well.

The fact that the letter could be sent out proved her mother was still alive. That was enough!

"Be good. I'll accompany you to see Auntie