In Zixu's impression, his mother was a very fashionable woman, also beautiful, running a clothing store and always busy.
His father ran a photo studio and was equally busy, so he spent most of his time with Grandpa and Grandma.
But his happiest moments were when his father rode his motorcycle, taking him and his mother out to play, photographing them each time.
"Sign here, and then you can go back."
The young policeman handed the documents in his hand to Fan Xiaohong.
Wei Zhenhua sat dumbfounded on the chair beside them; years ago, he was diagnosed with stomach cancer and had half of his stomach removed, and since then, the burly figure he once had had become emaciated, his body far from what it used to be.
Upon hearing news of his son's death, he was completely drained of essence energy and Spirit.
