Still, His Sweetheart is the Best

But this didn't matter much.

Once the data was handed over, there was no way it would be directly released like this. After all, the information would certainly be reduced, and the professionals would know far more than she did when it came to handling this type of data.

Su Xiaoxiao finished writing and handed the letter to Jiang Yexun.

Before he left, she didn't forget to remind him: "Remember to give it to my dad tomorrow morning. I won't be up. And tell him to be extra cautious—if this works, it absolutely has to be kept secret."

"I know, don't worry about it," Jiang Yexun said as he folded the letter and gently kissed her lips.

Seeing the slight fatigue in his wife's expression, his heart ached.

"Alright, it's getting late. Let's get some rest."

He pulled the lampshade down, then, without a word, picked Su Xiaoxiao up, placing her gently on the bed. He tucked her in, making sure the blanket was just right before lying down beside her, pulling her tightly into his arms.