The two sat face to face on the balcony chairs.
"Want something to eat?"
Zhao Dezhu asked out of habit, then realized he might have said something wrong.
Sure enough, his son shook his head and said, "I'm already dead, I can't eat anything."
"But you look just the same as when you were alive, it gives me the illusion," Zhao Dezhu said.
Zhao Ru Jin rubbed his hand back and forth on the edge of the table. That realistic touch made even himself feel the illusion of being alive, let alone Zhao Dezhu sitting opposite him.
"Is it Mr. Shen?" Zhao Dezhu suddenly asked.
"What?" Zhao Ru Jin hadn't reacted yet.
"That very impressive person you mentioned, is it Mr. Shen Siyuan?" Zhao Dezhu emphasized again.
"Why would you think that?" Zhao Ru Jin was curious as to how he had guessed.
But the moment he spoke, Zhao Dezhu was immediately sure, it was definitely Mr. Shen.
