A long white dress, like a princess, Zhao Bin was shocked at the moment the other party opened the door.

As the disease was cured, Yu Wenxin's face was not as ugly as before, and his skin was slightly ruddy, which was very attractive with his white and tender skin.

The other side coiled up his hair, which seemed very noble. The temples were obviously dyed, and no longer the silvery white that appeared vicissitudes of life.

"Yes, I'm in good spirits." Zhao Bin smiled and said.

"Please come in." Yu Wenxin smiled and then stepped aside to help Zhao Bin get a pair of slippers.

"Thank you." Zhao Bin...