hearing the cry of Zuo QingHan, Lu Chen 's head seemed to be split by thunder, almost fainting, and his calm mood turned up a huge wave.

for many years, in the fairyland, Lu Chen did not stop wondering what his son looked like, and did not look forward to the day when he met him again. He even thought about what he would say and what kind of touch he would have after meeting him. He reached out and stroked on the cold stone bed, which made Lu Chen feel stabbed like a needle.

"han'er is the liner born under such circumstances and conditions?"

his hands trembled a little...