When Chen Fan brought Meng Yu to the place where Guan Dehua's corpse was kept, the latter's eyes immediately filled with tears of excitement.
"It's him! It's really him!"
Meng Yu gritted her teeth and said, "My sister aged so quickly, at least one-third of it was thanks to him."
Speaking, she couldn't control herself and went up to fiercely kick a few times.
Chen Fan stood silently aside.
It was understandable, even if Meng Yu did something even more extreme, it was within reason, only the latter was indeed quite the fragile type.
After quite a while, Meng Yu wiped her tears, turned to look at Chen Fan, and said, "Sorry, I'm..."
"It's okay."
Chen Fan smiled.
"I heard you say earlier that your sister overused her lifespan a lot, one-third thanks to him. What about the other two-thirds? Who caused that?"
