This voice is slightly older than twenty years ago, but it still carries a magnetic quality that makes one's heart tremble uncontrollably.
Su Wen's body shook violently, tears immediately falling down, her hands trembling: "This voice..."
At the election venue, Yun Shan and Yun Wu supported a tall and upright man as he walked towards the center of the venue.
The man had a handsome face, with the left half covered by a silver mask.
He exuded an aura that embraced everything, his back broad.
Standing there, he was like an imposing mountain, inviolable, shielding against all storms.
The most outstanding patriarch of the Leaangle Family—
Luyuan Leaangle!
The steward exclaimed out loud: "Patriarch?!"
"It's you, it truly is you..." Su Wen covered her mouth, controlling herself not to burst into tears.
She couldn't care about anything else, turning to leave the room and head downstairs.
Fu Yunshen turned his head and glanced at his phone.
There were indeed several new messages.
