At that moment, in front of Zhang Guangfa, stood a scrawny little child.
The boy's body was lean and wiry, and he was staring at him with wide eyes without blinking.
Zhang Guangfa also looked back in wonder, only to feel an astonishing sense of similarity in the boy's features.
A thought began to form in his mind, but before he could speak, he saw the small boy suddenly turn his head and dash towards the distance. He helplessly reached out his hand but didn't know what to call out.
Zhang Mingming ran back to the dilapidated old house, and seeing the open door, he confirmed his suspicion: those two people were indeed his parents.
For the past two years, he had been living with Ah Jin. Ah Jin taught him how to speak, how to walk, how to climb trees, how to plant vegetables, and even how to count... In short, in Mingming's heart, there was nothing Ah Jin couldn't do in this world.
