Liu Yichen's figure was slowly elongated by the city's neon lights. He couldn't remember how long it had been since he returned to this city. Five years? Eight years? Or even longer?
Just as his thoughts were about to fully unfold, his phone rang.
Glancing at the phone number, he picked up the call, his eyebrows opened wide and he smiled, saying, "Old monster, if you tell me bad news again, I swear I'll make your daughter give you a grandson. The seed is mine."
"Good news." From the other side of the phone, a weathered voice floated over: "You're getting married tomorrow."
