fore he came here. 。At that moment, his phone rang. 。He took it out and looked at it. On the surface, a name was displayed: Lin Bing. 。Having glanced at the two people chatting, Ye Fan walked to a s...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...hanged slightly, his pupils dilated, and then he extinguished his cigar with a snap. He stood up and walked over in a few steps, taking the phone. 。Originally, he still doubted the relationship betwee...