Song Lianheng's eyes glanced over the month of Song and July in front of him, and he saw the men sitting on the sofa and the boys sitting cross-legged on the carpet in the room of the apartment. Although this vision is plain, it is unspeakable deep meaning.

"Come in and sit down." Seeing this, Song simply opened his hand and opened the door in July.

Mo Zhengyan sat quietly and watched Song Lianheng coming. "Some days have passed."

"It's been a while, but you still look the same." Song Lianheng echoed the voice, and the glare was fixed on the child. But it was a shift, and found that...