These words made sense. After all, Ye Zhuo and ye Han were indeed close siblings in the past.
After saying that, Qiu di looked at his assistant. “Go and call Wu Han over.”
“Yes.”The assistant nodded.
Very soon, Ye Han arrived.
Facing Qiu Di, Ye Han was still extremely loyal. “Eldest miss.”
Autumn flute looked at ye Han and continued, “Tell them if what I said just now is true.”
Ye Han was just about to respond, but at this moment, a fierce pain came from his left head.
In an instant, his face turned white.
His body was unstable, and cold sweat appeared on his forehead almost within a few seconds.
Countless memory fragments flashed through ye Han’s mind.
“Sister, Happy Birthday!”
“You don’t have a home, and I don’t have a home either. In the future, you’ll follow me, and we’ll form a family.”
“What’s Your Name?”
“I don’t have a name.”
“Then you’ll be called Ye Han from now on.”
“Yeah! I have a name! My Name Is Ye Han!”