Qian Jin nodded in agreement. Before, he thought that he was going to spend more time and treat the people around him nicely after he succeeded in life, but he forgot that people would sometimes die. Remembering the dead for 100 years was worth less than treasuring them for 100 days, 100 hours, and 100 seconds when they were still alive.
"I need to go back to Qian Family," Qian Jin said with the hammer in his hand, "This time, I'm not going to try to take my father out of there. I need to go and see him. If possible, I'm willing to talk with the Qian Family."
Zence Matten looked at Qian Jin, who was walking toward the door without turning back, and he smiled while saying, "You matured."
