Zhao Letian trembled upon hearing this, a sense of familiarity involuntarily welled up in his heart.
The voice was old, robust, and at the same time, carried a hint of tender care.
"Is that you? Grandpa?"
Zhao Letian stared intently at the tall figure of the masked man in black, hesitated for a moment, then boldly said.
When the masked man in black captured Zhao Letian, Zhao Letian was not sure if he was friend or foe.
But now, Zhao Letian was utterly convinced that this person not only bore him no ill will but was even deeply concerned about him.
Although Zhao Letian had never seen his grandfather in person, he had seen what his grandfather looked like seventeen years ago from the images provided by his mother.
In terms of physique, this masked man in black closely resembled his grandfather, and combined with the warm and kind voice, he was almost certain that this person was his grandfather, Zhao Dahai, whom he had never met.
