Thinking of this, Yi zhengcheng's eyes moved, and he had some guesses in his heart.
Although there was a big age gap between the few of them, Yi zhengcheng was well-mannered, funny, and humorous. He got along well with the young people in a few words.
"Oh right, brother Yi, how's little Guang?"
At the mention of his son, Yi zhengcheng sighed, and his eyes dimmed slightly. thanks to you, his life is not in danger. But the doctor said that he hurt his vitality and his body has been weak. He will easily get sick if there is even the slightest movement.
Li Rui heard this and had an idea.
With a flick of his wrist, a biscuit the size of a baby's palm that was emitting a strange spiritual light appeared in his palm.
'Brother Yi, this is a spiritual item I obtained from somewhere. Take it back and let little light try it out.'
