However, the voice of Ruan Hua's Tianhua dialect has just faded, and the door of Ruan Jiangfu is kicked open. A young man dressed in white armour walks into Ruan Jiangfu with an old and a young woman in his arms. It is a light car running straight to the Zhongyuan Road.

"There's always going to be..."

Ruan Huatian thought that the man who copied the family had finally arrived, but he looked sideways and frowned slowly. He was only a teenager, and the face of the teenager was so familiar!

The juvenile who died three years ago! He's not dead!

"You, aren't you dead?" Ruan Hua-tian was surprised, but...