Twenty years.
When they left initially, Yang Chen was still very young.
Now, twenty years have passed, and Yang Chen has grown into a mature man.
Quite a big change.
However, Ruan Ling recognized Yang Chen at a glance.
The kind of emotion that exists in the blood cannot be erased by time.
"Child!" Ruan Ling could not contain her tears, almost unable to walk.
Fu Zhou quickly got up to help support Ruan Ling.
"My son! My son!" Ruan Ling kept her eyes on Yang Chen, continually calling him.
Yang Chen was moved, stood up, and his eagle-like eyes tightly fixed on Ruan Ling.
On the side, the director and Wei Xueqing, Meng Po all stood up to watch this scene.
The eyes of several people were also wet.
"My son!" Ruan Ling shouted, step by step, stumbling.
Ruan Ling's voice was hoarse and full of endless sadness and longing, bringing tears to those who heard it.
Yang Chen also slowly walked out, looking at Ruan Ling.
