"Father."
Zhu Dongfeng called out, his voice extremely hoarse.
"Hey." Father Zhu supported him. "Who beat you like this?"
"Ji... Ji Chuzheng."
"Who?"
Father Zhu didn't react for a moment.
"Ji Chuzheng from the Ji Family." Zhu Dongfeng gritted his teeth.
"..."
Father Zhu looked at his son strangely, suspecting whether he had been beaten silly.
The Ji Family he remembered only had one, but that family was gone five years ago.
Zhu Dongfeng had one eye swollen, barely open; at this moment, he could only close one eye and open the other, filled with bloodshot veins, clutching Father Zhu's hand tightly: "Father, she didn't die. She's still alive, she's back."
Father Zhu furrowed his brows, reaching out to feel Zhu Dongfeng's forehead.
"Father, I'm not crazy." Zhu Dongfeng brushed aside Father Zhu's hand. "Everything I said is true, she's living on Haitang Street."
