As the typhoon hit, the rain in Guangzhou and Guangdong had not stopped these days. Zhao Wenhou knelt on the ground. The rain had wetted his clothes, and his legs were kneeling in the rain.

Zhao Bin looked at Zhao Wenhou in front of him. There was an inexplicable feeling in his heart, which was heartbreaking.

After all, the other party was his father, who stood aside, and his father knelt in front of the Most Good Abbey for four or five hours, as if God was punishing the man who had abandoned his wife, and the light rain gradually turned into a heavy rain.

Zhao Bin wanted to kneel...