At this time, Zhou Fengpei stood beside Huilin, his eyes twinkling, and said, "Aunt Hui, don't be too sad, my father is rescuing in it, it should be okay."

Huilin nodded expressionlessly, "I hope Lao Zhou is OK."

On the other hand, Zhou Muyao was crying.

She didn't know her real life, so she always regarded Zhou Bowen as her own father.

Zhou Bowen has been doing quite well for Zhou Muyao in the past twenty years.

Even though she knows she's not her own, she's fulfilling the responsibilities of a father.

There was silence in the corridor. Although there were more than a dozen people standing there, no one...