Shen Jinwen's tears fell. It had been 11 years, almost 11 years. He had searched for a total of 11 years. He had never thought that the heavens would open their eyes and find her here, his little master. He thanked the old master and young master for protecting them in the spirit of heaven.
"Third Uncle, dispose of the body."
Compared to her Third Uncle's excitement, Shen Xiaoming was much calmer. She had already imagined this scene many times, but she was actually more excited than her Third Uncle.
In her memory, the old man's figure was already somewhat blurry, but she still remembered the image of him lying on the hospital bed with his legs cut off in a car accident.
She would never forget that her Third Uncle had used his own death to let her see clearly the evil heart of that family.
To her, Third Uncle was her benefactor, a relative, and also the most trusted partner in her life.
