"Yi, I've finally seen you again! I never expected you to still remember this old man!"
Just as Wang Qingqing was secretly speculating about what important person must be sick to require such a big fuss, a scene occurred that she could never have imagined in her lifetime—the most inconceivable scene of the century. That old man with graying hair, who was walking in front, suddenly charged toward Xiao Yi as if injected with an adrenaline rush, his face bursting with excitement.
If there was any doubt about his target, his next words struck her like a bolt of lightning—Yi!
In this place, apart from the young man beside her named Xiao Yi, could there be another Xiao Yi?
This question was quickly answered. No, there wasn't another; the old man was indeed looking for the Xiao Yi she knew.
