"A water-based Psychic watering my vegetable garden?" This sounded utterly absurd, yet when Ye Yin spoke of it, it somehow took on the air of Versailles literature.
"Forget it, I can't be bothered with you oddballs anymore," Zhang Menglong felt it would take him a long time to digest all this—if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes today, he might even suspect he was going insane.
"Hold on, since when have you been protecting me?" Zhang Menglong suddenly thought of this question. "Before you turned 10, it was my father who protected you. Since then, it has always been me," Ye Yin said.
"You've been following me for over a decade?" Zhang Menglong's mouth dropped open. To think that a living, breathing person had stood guard over him for so many years without him realizing.
"Yes, Mr. Zhang, do you remember a car accident from three years ago?" Ye Yin asked.
