An Taotao held the urn and whispered softly. "Master, I'm sorry, I lost you."

Then she sucked her nose, and tears rolled down instantly.

Huang Chen had never seen her so helpless. Even if she faced the ferocious Mr. King alone, she never cried. Now she cried very sadly, just like a child.

An Taotao gently pressed her hand on the urn and solemnly promised: "Father, you can rest assured that I will never lose you in the future. Will you come back to A city with me?"

At the moment, only the wind echoed in an Taotao's ear.

The rustling wind is also like a kind of acquiescence.

An...