Seeing Ye Tian, Qu Tan'er finally let go of the heavy stone in her heart and jogged over.
"Sir, it's good that you're okay," Qu Tan'er said with a smile, her eyes like flowing Qiushui, glancing behind him, "Who are they?"
Ye Tian reached out and patted her head, "They are my friends, here to see Uncle Fu."
While saying this, Ye Tian held a dragon-shaped key in his hand and walked to Uncle Fu, "Uncle Fu, this is yours, returning it to the rightful owner now."
Uncle Fu looked at the dragon-shaped key, eyes moistening uncontrollably. Because of it, his family was broken apart, and he regretted it deeply, really regretted it.
Uncle Fu reached out to push it away, indicating his refusal, "Xiao Tian, this thing is a harmful object for us common folks."
"You keep it, I don't want it anymore."
At this moment, Huo Zhan Tian came to the front of Uncle Fu's bed, made a deep ninety-degree bow, and said with guilt, "Old Sir, I apologize on behalf of my unfilial descendants."
"I'm sorry."
