Qi Liu's body tensed instantly, and his brow furrowed as he looked toward the peephole.
Outside, Old Madam Ye stood there.
Qi Liu's heart leapt in an instant, and the next moment, he heard her slowly begin to speak, "Ye Qijun, open the door."
Her tone was normal, as if they had never been separated.
Qi Liu's eyes reddened again in an instant.
He clenched his fists, standing at the door, unmoving.
The elderly woman outside continued to speak, "I know you're in there, it's just me, open the door."
Qi Liu... no, Ye Qijun remained silent for a long while before opening the door.
When the door opened, the old lady walked in.
Standing in front of him, the elderly woman, a head shorter than Ye Qijun, stooped slightly.
Ye Qijun stared at her, clearly remembering that more than twenty years ago, his mother wasn't this short.
He watched Old Madam Ye for a long, long time until he heard her say, "Child, you've suffered these years."
