with all kinds of brushes, and rice paper had already been laid out on the table. Ink had even been ground for Ye Fan by someone else, all that was left was for Ye Fan to choose a brush, and everyone...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...sked, "What do you mean Is Miao Rou in a very bad condition"He suddenly felt a surge of unease in his heart. If something were to happen to Miao Rou, even if he got news about Miao Xiaohua, he probabl...