that wideHowever, Ye Fan quickly let go of his thoughts. He gave himself a wry smile, thinking to himself that he was comparing himself with others for what It was utterly meaningless.Ye Fan was just...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...that plump body of his, how much energy could he possibly have"As Fatso was warming up, Ye Fan looked at Yan Wuxue and suddenly let out a hearty laugh: “Young Master Yan, we're both free anyway, why d...