to you again..." Lin Meixin used her trump card, letting out a soft hum.As expected, with this soft hum, Ye Fan's hazy mind recovered a sliver of clarity.Then a pair of pitiful eyes looked at Lin Mei...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...e, and said in an enthusiastic voice: "Oh, Young Master Ye, how could I have forgotten Today is such a special day! Young Master Ye actually called me, this makes me overjoyed!"Although Huang Wei's wo...