Sitting on the sofa, the old man's teacup fell to the ground, making a clattering sound, as his hand trembled violently.
He never expected that one day he would see his son again.
"Junzhen?" The old lady reacted most intensely, standing up abruptly, eyes incredulous as she looked at the man in front of her. For countless days and nights, while she wept over her missing granddaughter, she also wept for her son.
If back then he hadn't gone to find An Yuqian and the child, he wouldn't have met with an accident, leading to his disappearance. They searched for so long but found no trace, they truly believed Junzhen was dead.
"Is it you? My son!"
Qiao Junzhen didn't speak, just looked somewhat dazedly at this aristocratic old lady.
He felt the person in front of him was vaguely familiar, and as he looked, a strange emotion surged over him, making it impossible to control his inner feelings.
He opened his mouth, but still couldn't make a sound.
