"Young Master, go back quickly," Shen Shijiu said with a smile.
"Then will you still wait for me here tomorrow?" The little boy raised his head and looked at Shen Shijiu.
"Of course."
"Then I'm going back."
"Yeah."
Later, the day Shen Shijiu died.
Zuo Yaoluo thought, only this time, he left before him.
Intention: None