Years pass by, time swiftly moves along.
Three years later, at the age of ten, Shang Yin carefully considered and chose to return to Parma.
At the South Sea Mansion, Shang Yin, now over 1.5 meters tall, with cheeks shedding the innocence of youth, held White Tiger's paw with one hand, standing by the car and gazing back at the mansion, with a trace of reluctance and nostalgia in his deep, dark eyes.
"Yin Bai, get in the car."
The young boy opened the car door, cheerfully calling to White Tiger beside him.
Today, the driver was Gu Chenn, and Luoyu sat in the passenger seat, secretly wiping the corners of her eyes while gazing outside the window.
Shang Yin climbed into the back seat, and White Tiger nestled quietly at his feet, "Uncle, let's go."
Gu Chenn glanced at the rear-view mirror, sighed, and started the engine.
Luoyu adjusted her emotions, and after a while turned back, "Yi Bao, why did you agree to grandpa..."
