Following which, a white-haired young man walked over with his hands behind his back.
The white-haired youth gazed toward Qian Qian. A smile that he had not seen for a long time appeared on his cold and weathered face. As for the men around him, it was as if they were beneath him.
Every step the young man took passed through a man's body, and the man's body collapsed. Throughout the whole process, he did not have any presence at all, he looked like a modest gentleman.
When he reached Qian Qian's side, the white-haired youth helped her up and said softly, "Do you still remember me?"
The child looked at him with a blank expression before a pained expression appeared on her face, as if she was trying to recall something.
Somewhat familiar!
Her subconscious told her that this uncle would not harm her.
"Looks like you really don't remember."