Resurrection.
Bai Yanliang inevitably thought of himself, thought of the five-year-old soul within him...
How much of Dr. Zhou's words can be trusted?
Bai Yanliang quietly looked at him, not speaking for a long while.
Facing Bai Yanliang's gaze, Dr. Zhou appeared very calm, with not a trace of evasiveness.
"What about the way to leave Xu Jian?"
Bai Yanliang's question finally made a smile break on Dr. Zhou's face.
"It's not difficult; Xun and I will help you."
"Thank you," Bai Yanliang looked at him, suddenly asking, "Who is Xun?"
"My wife."
Dr. Zhou's face showed a gentle love.
Bai Yanliang's expression turned somewhat peculiar, "But Xun said you're her father."
"Hahaha," Dr. Zhou waved it off, "From her perspective, she's not wrong."
Dr. Zhou looked at Bai Yanliang, smiled, "The real Xun is dead, but you know... I excel in cloning."
Bai Yanliang suddenly felt uncomfortable all over.
"Is the clone still her?"
Bai Yanliang couldn't help but ask.
