Jiang Yan still had unwavering faith in Daniu's character.
After all, back when they were in Chixia Village, they were good brothers who shared hardships.
No matter how much money this Gu Yu offered, he wouldn't get Richard.
But now, Richard was right in front of him—
As Jiang Yan doubted his life, he glanced at Gu Yu.
In the moonlight, his hair was almost snow-white.
Yet that face gradually overlapped with the memory of a simple young man.
Jiang Yan took a few steps back with the chicken and then widened his eyes—
"D-Daniu?!"
Zhao Lang smiled slightly.
"Jiang Yan, long time no see."
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...
The next morning, the Jiang Family rarely woke up late.
At eight o'clock in the morning, the breakfast in the dining room was untouched.
Jiang Cheng was still the first to come down, and as soon as he removed his hands from his eyes, he saw the person sitting on the sofa, which startled him into standing still.
"S-Sis?"