"Thank you both for your hard work."

Lu Ze said something ambiguous. The two of them grinned and didn't take it too seriously. Instead, they admired the etiquette that Lu Ze maintained at all times.

She really looks like Li Shiwei when she was young.

So the two old men looked at Li Shiwei strangely again.

Lu Ze's eyes suddenly became clear for a moment, knowing that what he didn't mention just now seemed to have brought back a few people's memories.

But he didn't show off any more.

Turning around and walking back to the bedroom, Lu Ze took out a small, exquisite silver metal box.

For a moment, several people's eyes fell on the metal box.

Snap.

The metal box lid pops open.

Six slender brown bottles are arranged neatly.

The bright light shines on the brown bottle, giving off a kind of intoxicating light.

Lu Zongguang: "This is..."

Tang Hui: "What?"

Lu Ze's lips curled up, looking at his father who was so thin that he was almost inhuman shape due to the hidden injuries, his eyes filled with nostalgia that had lasted for hundreds of years.
Chapter completed!