At the entrance of the old Yang Family estate.
Liu Ruitian and Liu Ruiyun knelt there.
Their expressions were desolate, and they sobbed ceaselessly.
As for Liu Mo, covered in blood, he was barely breathing in.
Inside the house, Mr. Yang knit his brows tightly.
Yang Tianfang and his brother Yang Tianqi also sat there helplessly.
They had just gone outside to try to persuade them.
But Liu Ruitian had made up his mind not to get up.
"Dad, what on earth is Lin Fan's real identity? Just one day without seeing him and Liu Ruitian is begging so desperately. Could it be that we have underestimated him?"
Yang Tianfang looked at his father.
Ever since Liu Ruitian left yesterday.
The three of them felt like ants on a hot pan.
They hardly closed their eyes all night.
Who would have thought that by dawn, people would be kneeling at their doorstep?
"I don't know either."
Mr. Yang shook his head.
There were some things he didn't dare to think about anymore.
