The middle-aged man was nearly on his knees before Zhou Yan Bai.
His demeanor was so low it could be buried in the dust.
Zhou Yan Bai, impatient, raised his hand to check the time, his eyes filled with disdain, "Move aside, don't block the way."
"Yan Bai..." the middle-aged man looked at him pleadingly.
After a long while, Zhou Yan Bai finally smiled, "She was taken away from birth, it's been nineteen years, and I've forgot what that person looks like, where they took my sister. Uncle, it's no use asking me, she's probably long dead."
