C872 Do You like the Food Your Dad Makes

Standing in front of the door, Ye Ziheng looked at the familiar door. He raised his hand and wanted to knock on the door, but his hand couldn't help but hover in the air.

It had been four years. It had been a full four years. There had been no news of him. He wondered what his parents would look like when he saw them again.

"Dong! Dong! Dong!"

With a heavy heart