"Lingshen? Are you my Lingshen?"
Grandma Zhang trembled as she walked over to Zhao Zhan with her walking stick.
Her eyes were cloudy as she raised her head to look at Zhao Zhan. "Lingshen… Y-you're back?"
"I'm really sorry, Zhao Zhan. My mother is getting old and a little muddleheaded," Zhang Lingzhen hurriedly apologized. "To be honest, my brother studied so hard that he became a blockhead. He's always making a fuss about traveling the world. He hasn't returned home for a long time, and my mother is worried about him. I hope you have it in your heart to forgive her."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Grandma Zhang's walking stick hit the ground heavily. "He is Lingshen. His forehead and eyebrows are exactly the same as Lingshen's. Who else can he be if not Lingshen? "
Zhang Lingzhen followed Grandma Zhang's words and carefully examined Zhao Zhan.
"This..."
The closer she looked, the more she found similarities between the two.
