Could it be that the neighbor next door forgot their keys? That didn't seem right. Then, I couldn't help but think of one person—my son, Sijian, who had been "missing" for two whole years. But this person didn't look like him. Even though I couldn't see his face, his build was too burly, even larger than Sijian's. Who could it be? He was sitting right there in the stairwell, blocking the path. Kexin and I had no way to get past.…
Chapter 147
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