Fan glanced at him, smiled faintly, and then sat down. 。Sit down, Qin Xu tugged at the corner of her clothes and said in a low voice: "Are you really going to have a one-on-one with him" "Only an id...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...ll die in Beijing!"“The fat man mumbled, but there was no worry on his face.” 。On the contrary, he was munching on a chicken leg with a relaxed and carefree expression. 。"When did you come to Beijing...