A taxi drove into the Shanglin Garden residential complex and stopped beneath Building 7, Unit 1.
Hua Qiang, Hua Jianchi, and Hua Jing got out of the car and stood before the stairwell.
Hua Jianchi could not help sighing with emotion. Everything felt far too dreamlike.
He had previously been lying in the hospital when people tossed him out of the ward into the corridor like garbage, even threatening to throw him out of the hospital.
He had thought his life had reached its end, that he might die the very next moment.
His daughter had been subjected to every kind of harassment, threat, and coercion, all so they could make her someone else's tool and outlet.
Who would have thought that his son, missing for eight years, had returned? And he had descended like a god, crushing every demon and monster in his path, rescuing the father and daughter from the abyss.
He did not know where his son had gone over the past eight years, nor why he had undergone such tremendous changes.
Those methods were far too miraculous. They could no longer be defined by the word "human."
Several times along the way, he had wanted to ask, but he held himself back. After all, the taxi driver, an outsider, was present.
Once they got home, he had to properly ask what exactly had happened to his son.
Hua Jing naturally shared the same thoughts. Though she was silent now, she might erupt like a volcano shortly.
The four climbed the stairs and soon arrived outside Apartment 402. Hua Qiang deliberately pulled Hua Jing more than ten steps behind, wanting to see what sort of physical reaction his dad would have once the door opened.
"Old wife, open the door! I'm back!"
Hua Jianchi knocked excitedly on