"He's here."
In the small shrine within Guanjiang Residential Complex, Wang Shanshan seemed to sense something. Her eyes immediately looked outside the door.
Zhang Wenwen and Jiang Yan immediately followed her gaze.
At this moment, outside the door, a young man around twenty-years-old, with fair skin, and slightly immature features was striding towards them. He looked very ordinary, except for a slightly aloof demeanor, there was nothing particularly remarkable about him.
"Is that Yang Jian? How is he so young?" Zhang Wenwen's face showed some surprise.
According to his guess, Yang Jian should be from the same era as Aunt Jiang and his Grandpa, not to mention being eighty, but at least seventy-something. How could he still maintain such youth?
But soon, he thought of Elder Sister Wang.
Elder Sister Wang had maintained her youth for decades, from his childhood till now, without essentially changing much. Perhaps Yang Jian was the same.
