The night in Jin City was brightly lit, with neon lights flickering.
It wasn't too late at the moment.
There were still many vehicles around.
The city was still bustling.
At that moment.
Yin Bin felt as if he was the only one left in the entire city. He couldn't hear any sounds from the outside world, couldn't see anything else.
His head seemed to explode all of a sudden.
With a bang.
Everything went blank.
He wondered if he had heard it wrong.
Was his son joking?
At his age, could he still have another child?
He had never even considered it.
It was like suddenly winning five million, no, no, no, like a poor man who won five million, daring to believe and yet not daring to believe, wanting to leap for joy but pretending to look calm.
He was deliberately disguising himself.
"Hey, Old Yin, are you listening?" Yin Qin's somewhat impatient voice came from the other side.