Twenty years ago, Su Wen was famous in the City of the World.
Twenty years later, her fame is equally undiminished.
A few trainees instantly recognized her.
"Madam Su Wen!"
"Isn't this Madam Su Wen? How come she's at the institute so early?"
These few shouts also startled others who were still asleep.
Ying Zijin was equally stunned.
So urgent?
It's only five-thirty in the morning now.
At this moment, Su Wen arrived exactly on time.
Proving that Su Wen has been waiting here at the institute.
Ying Zijin spoke up: "Aunt, about yesterday—"
Before she could finish her sentence, the next second, she was embraced by Su Wen.
A voice filled with years of maternal love and the joy of regaining what was lost: "Tantan, my child..."
Each of these six words crashed against Ying Zijin's eardrum like a stormy wave, relentlessly.
Carrying a deep sense of trepidation, making her heart leap in an unprecedented frenzy,
