It's so hard, I'm dressed like a group favorite in the 1960s

The thought of this made Murong Qing's anger grow more and more difficult to suppress. At this moment, he secretly vowed that no matter how great the cost, he would find out every person involved in the kidnapping case, even if that person was the mother who gave him life!

At this moment, Murong Chen, who had been standing silently by the side, slowly walked forward, stretched out his broad palm, gently patted Murong Qing's slightly trembling shoulders, and said softly: "Let's go, little brother.

Everything will become clear when the truth comes out.

"Over the past twenty years, we've weathered countless storms, and we've persevered, haven't we? Now, we just have to wait a few more days." Murong Chen cherished his family even more. He knew better that Murong Qing, who seemed so uninhibited to outsiders, was actually very delicate at heart.

Therefore, what happened today still had an impact on Murong Qing.

Murong Qing took a deep breath, tried to calm the surging emotions in his heart, nodded, and then followed Murong Chen and walked forward with firm steps.

The two of them walked farther and farther away, their figures gradually lengthening under the watery moonlight, and finally blending into the silvery-white light and disappearing.

The old lady stood quietly there, her eyes following the backs of Murong Chen and Murong Qingyuan until she could no longer see them.

For some reason, at this moment, she seemed to see a bright light flashing in front of her, like a bright lamp, illuminating the way forward for the two young people.

The old lady thought to herself: Perhaps, as Jiang Junjun said, the truth will eventually come to light. And all the efforts they are making now are to give everyone an explanation and restore justice and clarity to this world.

The decision she made this time was the right one. She could really let herself go.

Just as the old lady was immersed in her own thoughts, she suddenly heard Jiang Junjun's gentle voice asking, "Grandma, do you want to go back to your room to rest, or do you want to help in the kitchen with us?"

Jiang Junjun looked at the old lady and knew that she had truly let go at this moment.

"I'll go with you and start preparing for tonight's family dinner. If you don't mind, I can also show you my specialties for everyone to taste." The old lady turned around, her face filled with a sincere and warm smile, and she looked at Jiang Junjun softly.

"That's great! This is really a treat for us!" Uncle Wu leaned on his crutch and laughed happily. The wrinkles on his face seemed to be stretched out, as bright as the chrysanthemums blooming in autumn.

"Great! Finally there comes a day when we can sit around the same table and share delicious food again.

Once this matter is successfully concluded, I will be able to reunite with the Master, Madam, and Miss!" Uncle Wu could hardly conceal his inner joy, his eyes gleaming with anticipation, as if he had already seen the happy scene of the whole family.

He knew full well what Jiang Junjun and the others hadn't mentioned: the eldest master and mistress might be reluctant to return. After all, they had experienced both joy and warmth here, as well as unspeakable pain and sorrow. Whether they would ever have the chance to return again in the future was hard to predict.

However, before the truth came out, Uncle Wu decided to cherish every moment he spent in this old house. After all, this place carried the memories and emotions of most of his life and had become an indispensable part of his life.

Two hours later, the kitchen was filled with tempting aromas, and a table full of sumptuous dishes was finally ready. At this moment, Murong Chen and Murong Qingzheng opened the car door and carefully helped Murong Feiyang down from the car.

Suddenly, everyone in the living room heard a cough. The voice was not only mixed with a hint of urgency, but also full of concern: "Where are the children? Oh my, can you two hurry up? I'm so worried!"

Jiang Junjun, Jiang Langtian and Jiang Langfeng, who were sitting on the sofa, stood up hurriedly upon hearing the sound and walked quickly towards the door.

They secretly guessed that this voice, which sounded a little strange yet full of familiarity, must have been made by the second uncle whom they had never met.

As expected, as they stepped out of the living room, they saw a tall, energetic old man standing at the door, looking into the house with a smile on his face. The old man was wearing a dark blue Tang suit and a pair of black cloth shoes. Although his hair was slightly gray, his eyes were still bright and energetic.

"Hello, Second Grandpa!" Jiang Junjun, Jiang Langtian and Jiang Langfeng shouted in unison and bowed to the old man together.

At this time, Murong Feiyang, who was complained by Murong Chen and Murong Qing for his slow movements, was still mumbling something.

However, when he heard Jiang Junjun and his two siblings affectionately calling their second grandfather, he subconsciously turned his head and his eyes instantly fell on the three energetic faces.

In an instant, Murong Feiyang's face, which was originally tense due to dissatisfaction, seemed to be cast under a spell, and quickly replaced with a friendly smile, as if the previous unpleasantness had never happened.

Murong Feiyang's smiling face was as bright as a blooming flower, his mouth was wide open, revealing a row of white and neat teeth, so that you could hardly see his gums!

He kept muttering to himself, "Oh, good, good, this is my child. He is so good-looking!" After that, he shook off without hesitation. Murong Chen and Murong Qing stretched out their hands to support him.

Although his legs were not very agile, he still relied on his tenacious perseverance to limp towards Jiang Junjun, Jiang Langfeng and Jiang Langtian.

It turned out that he had injured his leg accidentally when he went out to look for Murong Xi after hearing the news that Murong Xi had been found three years ago.

Due to the very limited medical conditions in the area at that time, coupled with the delay in time, the injury was not treated and recuperated in a timely and effective manner, so that even now, he still limps when he walks.

When Murong Feiyang finally walked up to Jiang Junjun and stood in front of him, his originally cloudy eyes suddenly became bright, as if two rays of light were shooting out of them.

He stared at the lovely little girl in front of him, his eyes full of excitement, and tears kept rolling in his eyes. It was a kind of ecstasy after losing and regaining her.

After a long while, Murong Feiyang spoke with trembling lips: "It's so similar... so similar!" His voice was slightly choked.