Memory

Zhang Qi shook her head. "I suddenly thought of a scene just now. I was placed on my father's shoulder. There was a small swing at home. I sat on the swing and played."

"Yes! There was a swing at home in the past!"

Zhuang Yang was overjoyed and nodded vigorously.

Could it be that his sister was about to remember?

Zhang Qi tried her best to recall, but she could not remember anything else. "That's all I can recall."

"It's alright. We still have a lot of time in the future," Zhuang Xuan comforted.

Throughout the night, the Zhuang family reunited in the villa. Their laughter lingered in the courtyard.

At the Xu family.

"Bang bang!"

There were a few knocks on the door, and the butler immediately went to open it.

The butler said impatiently, "Who is it? Why did you have to come over at night?"

As soon as he opened the door, he saw police officers standing there.