Zhouzhou was not foolish; she understood the significance of a farewell letter. Such letters were typically penned by those on the brink of death. Her lips trembled, and her eyes reddened instantly.
Zhao Xinghua gently patted her small head, soothingly saying, "Don't worry, this doesn't necessarily mean he's in trouble this time. It's just that this line of work is very dangerous, so he always writes a farewell letter before each mission. This way, even if something happens, there's still something left behind."
He continued, "I understand why your dad is so upset. This matter is indeed too risky, and it was my bad trying to drag you in. I won't force you into anything after this. You can make your own decisions."
Zhouzhou remained silent, clutching the farewell letter in her hands.
Upon returning to her room, she finally opened it, sitting cross-legged on the bed to read.