Mom and Dad, I'm back!
Tang Zhong ran wildly forward.
Rushing into the villa.
At this moment, inside the villa, Tang Xinglou and Jiang Shuiyue, both dressed in patient's attire, were sitting in wheelchairs, facing the floor-to-ceiling windows, basking in the sunlight outside.
Half a year ago, at the Tang Family's old house, the two of them were bloodless and barely human-like, even without hair, but now, thanks to recuperation, they looked somewhat human again.
Though they had lost their tongues and couldn't speak, they could still utter some words with great difficulty.
In front of them were brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones laid out.
Tang Xinglou held a writing brush, having written countless sheets, with the character 'Zhong' on each one.
After each time they finished writing, the couple would look at the word 'Zhong' on the paper and burst into tears.
But today, just as Tang Xinglou was about to dip his brush in ink, he became restless.
