y, sorrow, and anger associated with each piece of art within it. 。Here, Ouyang Yingliang is truly a gifted artist. 。In the kitchen, Lam Mei-hing and her mother-in-law, Lee Siu-shi, were cooking. 。As...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...him. 。Sigh, they still don't recognize Lord Fan me. 。Ye Fan felt a deep sorrow in his heart. 。I finally came here to inspect the work, but they don't even recognize me What a failure! 。In disappoint...