He slowly and gracefully took off the wide-brimmed black hat that was placed on his head, like the bright sunshine at noon, and said to the lifeless man holding the door open, "Hello, I am your son, Fan Yucheng, who was left in Ms. Fan Zhen's body eighteen years ago."
"Huh?" The next moment, the man holding the door limply slid to the ground. His soft snoring told the people outside the door that the man didn't listen at all!