A low, magnetic, and steady voice came from outside, familiar and clear to the young man's ears.
Fireflies in summer and moths were recklessly charging around under the street lights.
The owner of the voice opened his mouth again, and his tone was firm and determined."She, Fu Zhi, is Ouyang Zhui's daughter! He should be the head of our Ouyang family!"
The content of the voice was deafening, and the person who spoke made everyone who looked at the voice open their mouths in surprise.
Then, everyone heard Ouyang Yue mumble softly,"father ..." As if separated by a layer of time and space, the young man's voice was vague and fragile. He looked straight at the man in a black robe in front of him. He wanted to be sure, but he was not sure."You're back?" You're really back?"
It had been 13 years since Ouyang sui left the Ouyang family in search of the next family head.
