Jiangli responded with a hum, walking forward with Xiu Bangyan while asking, "How many people are left in your family?"
Xiu Bangyan heard the words, followed beside Jiangli, his tone slowed down, and he spoke slowly.
When the accident happened, his child was only five years old, his father had been dead for a year, and his mother's health wasn't very good.
All these years, while being a ghost, Xiu Bangyan feared the most that all the burdens at home would fall on his wife's shoulders.
Every time he wanted to go back home to take a look, he couldn't leave Jade Mountain, let alone return home.
Besides, with his previous appearance, he didn't dare to go back home.
"Master, do you think I'm especially useless?" Xiu Bangyan wiped his face, smiling bitterly, "I originally thought I was upholding justice, but what did I end up doing?"
Jiangli didn't show much emotion, glanced at Xiu Bangyan, and asked, "What do you want me to say?"
Xiu Bangyan was taken aback, "What?"
