Hearing Elder Beiming call Wang Tongrui grandmother, everyone present, except Wang Yan, widened their eyes in shock.
Beiming Bufan hurriedly said, "Dad, what are you talking about?"
Ignoring everyone's stares, Elder Beiming fixed his gaze on Wang Tongrui, took two steps forward, and asked again, "Is it really you?"
At this moment, a gentle glow appeared on Wang Tongrui's face. She sighed and said, "Xiaolu, you silly child, of course it's me."
As soon as these words were spoken, Elder Beiming burst into tears, rushing to Wang Tongrui and crying, "Grandmother, it really is you. I thought you died long ago."
Wang Tongrui raised her hand, wiping the tears from the corners of Elder Beiming's eyes, saying, "Silly child, why are you crying? I've always been near Wanghai City, watching over you."
Seeing Wang Tongrui, who appeared to be in her thirties, comforting an old man with a head full of white hair, everyone widened their eyes, unable to believe what they were witnessing.
