"You...are you Xiaofan? Little Yezi?"

"It's true." Ye Fan couldn't help but blush when he saw Meng Qingyi's appearance, "Sister, it's been thirteen years and I'm back."

Meng Qingyi was doubtful and walked over to take a closer look.

Ye Fan took the opportunity to tell some stories from his childhood. Finally, Meng Qingyi had no doubts, threw away the fruit knife, and hugged Ye Fan.

"Little bastard, I knew you weren't dead...if you died, there would be a body. Grandpa and I searched through the ruins and couldn't find your body..."

"Thirteen years have passed and you still know how to come back!"

Ye Fan was very emotional. He could imagine Wu Changqing, Meng Qingyi and others turning over the ruins after the fire.

They must be very sad...

"Bang!"

At this tender moment, the office door was kicked open.
Chapter completed!