In the blink of an eye, another two months passed.
In these two months, all of Luoz's confidence was almost ground away. He finally lowered his noble head to ask Zheng Haoyu for advice, only to be mercilessly mocked by Zheng Haoyu, and in the end, he still didn't get any suitable clues.
Quietly holding his son, Luoz once again walked in the garden of the community. The leaves of the sycamore trees seemed to have all fallen, completely covering the ground beneath his feet.
From time to time, he talked to his son, looked at the clouds on the horizon, unable to help but think, when on earth will Zhang Yuan come back?
That night, after coaxing his son to sleep, Luoz went out and headed to a bar...
