"Twenty years, you came when I was five, right?"
Jia Ren did not deny it, he nodded gently.
"Then there are still five years left, but now Fu Jian is already dead!" Jin Xuyao said slowly.
Jia Ren hesitated for a moment, sighed, and said, "I knew when you came that he was already dead. I know what he was doing. Though he wasn't a good person, he was loyal and grateful to the family that saved him."
Jin Xuyao pursed his lips without saying a word, as he no longer wished to judge Fu Jian's character. After a while, he finally said, "I want to go home, but I can't go back with this face. You need to take it off."
Jia Ren was silent for a moment, neither agreeing nor refusing.
A moment later, he looked at the cliff opposite and said, "Wait until it's ready."
Jin Xuyao said nothing either, he flew to the tree house on the tree.
Only then did he realize that although the tree house appeared shabby from the outside, it was tidied up quite clean inside.
