k, the middle-aged man followed him into an unassuming house. 。When the middle-aged man walked into the room, he saw that there were still two people inside. 。A man of about fifty years old, pushing...It is late autumn now, with withered branches covering the ground. A gust of wind sends a shiver through the air, and the scene is filled with desolation.

Ye Fan couldn't believe his eyes. The man in front of him was actually the head of the Ye family, Ye Wuming. He was the old man's uncle, and because the old man took good care of himself, he didn't look much older than fifty. But Ye Wuming had completely turned white with age. Compared to when Ye Fan first met him, he looked much more decrepit.

Ye Fan at this moment didn't know what taste was in his heart, a certain fiber deep within him seemed to be touched. He knew that if the old man were here right now, he would probably be crying tears of joy...s" 。But, He paused for a moment there. 。"But what" Si Kong Yanran asked in a deep voice. 。But you have to do the post-event explanation. 。You know, that girl for some reason just ignores me, seems...