It was seven o 'clock in the evening. Zhou yeshuo strode into the house and saw a head peeking out from the living room's sofa. He took a deep breath and walked over slowly. He walked to the single-seater sofa next to Leng Yejin and sat down.
Zhou yeshuo was already prepared for this. When he saw his brother's shocked, dumbfounded, and disbelieving face, he took out a cigarette and threw one to him. He took one in his mouth and lit it up with a lighter.
"Jin, are you surprised? I'm still alive."
Leng Yejin's face was as dark as water. He was tense and did not say a word. It was as if he could not believe it and was still digesting the information.
I'm not dead. The operation that year was very successful. It allowed me to live until now.