A sports car was galloping across the road.
Inside the car, there were two people sitting.
They were Wu Yifan and his father.
The two of them, after the end of the library incident, forgot what happened.
But the moment when they walked out of campus, their memories were restored again.
"Dad, what should we do? This time, we met a really terrible person...especially the old man. His origin is definitely not simple." Wu Yifan's voice trembled as he drove the car and said this.
"I know." Father Wu gritted his teeth.
Wu Shao was dead; his wife was also dead.
Wu Yifan was the only one of his own relatives.
In this situation, he was no longer in the mood to blame Wu Yifan.
"Dad, we must find a way, we can't just leave this matter alone." Wu Yifan continued.
