over, just a few photos don't explain anything, don't believe Jiang Chuan's one-sided words. 。Mr. Gu Wang, you said not to believe Jiang Chuan's one-sided words, then how can we believe your words ar...At this point, Gu Yichan suddenly realized and exclaimed to Qin Yu in surprise: "Are you talking about the ancestral house that Mo's mother left for Mo"

At this time, Qin Yu listened and couldn't help but nod: "That's right, it's there."

Gu Yichan suddenly shouted outside, "Prepare the car!"

Before his words could even finish, Gu Yichan was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, bursting out in an instant.

For various reasons, he didn't remember the ancestral home left to her by his biological mother. Just as Qin Yu analyzed, Gu Yichan believed that Lin MoMo must be there. This was Gu Yichan's greatest hope for finding Lin MoMo.

Like a flickering candle flame in the darkest night, it illuminated Gu Yi's cold heart once more.

"Momo, wait for me!"

Gu Yichen gritted his teeth and said meaningfully.

At this moment, Lin Momo was suddenly unaware that Yu Yihan had already rushed towards her. She was still reading a book on the Eight Immortals table in the ancestral hall as usual. Unintentionally, Lin Momo knocked over the teacup on the table, shattering it to pieces.

Lin Momo shook her head, then calmly put down the book in her hand, got up and took the tools to clean up.

Umm

Lin MoMo discovered something strange while cleaning. Underneath the Eight Immortals table, a piece of paper was peeking out. It looked like a book, but also like a newspaper.

Lin Momo couldn't help but bend down and reach out with her hand towards it.

"Well, right here."

Lin Momo muttered to herself, then pulled out a yellowed notebook from beneath the Eight Immortals table. It looked very old and full of history.

Lin Momo couldn't help but be surprised. What was this thing, and how could it be under the Eight Immortals Table It was clearly hidden by someone, but who could it be

A series of questions flooded Lin Momo's mind. Immediately, Lin Momo solemnly took up the notebook in her hand, ignoring even the unfinished teacup shards, and eagerly sat down on the Taishi chair to read it.

On a certain day in a certain month of a certain year, my daughter was born today. She is very good and healthy. Looking at Ling Tian holding our daughter and smiling, I thought of a nice name for her, MoMo.

Lin MoMo looked at it and couldn't help but be startled. This, this was her mother's diary

The date happened to be the day he was born, Ling Tian naturally referred to Ye Ling Tian.

Lin Momo swallowed nervously and continued reading.

On a certain day in a certain month of a certain year, my MoMo had a fever today. I stayed by her side watching her fall asleep, hoping she would get well soon.

One day in Month, Year, my MoMo today...

All these trivial matters, Lin Momo's biological mother recorded them bit by bit.

Lin Momo now felt that this diary was somewhat heavy, always feeling weighed down. She knew this was her mother's love for her.

"I never expected that my mother could be so kind."

Lin Momo's mind involuntarily conjured up the image of a gentle woman. With long hair cascading down to her waist, she stood in the soft breeze, unfazed by fame or disgrace, allowing the wind to caress her cheeks freely.

Mother must have been a great beauty too. Anyone with a kind heart would surely be beautiful, Lin Momo thought.

"On a certain day in [month] of [year], I went to the hospital today and confirmed that I was carrying a boy. Finally, I could add a son to the Ling Tian family."d."While Shangguan Nana didn't react, she was still trapped in the circle of 'Shen Jian doesn't like Zhao Yizhe'. What was Shen Jian's purpose She completely failed to realize the potential meaning be...