"With the supply of goods, even if Uncle Qiu won't live for much longer, he won't worsen..."
Suddenly, I felt like I had said too much. Ye Fengsheng glanced weakly at Qiu Yun, seeing Chunshui still alive, he let out a sigh of relief.
This matter, I shouldn't have done it myself.
"Thank you, Ye Fengsheng!"
Heartfelt gratitude was expressed by Ye Fengsheng when he spoke, the rhythm of autumn was delighting in the Divine Spring. He didn't know who he was. He had already established his own foundation. It was indeed good that he could delay his father's work. To him, Ye Feng's voice was a rare smile.
Ye Fengsheng confronted his four eyes. He opened his mouth, preparing for a few minutes of formal work.
"I don't have much. Today, I've come to give you my decision between us, etc., I'll return."
The wind howled alongside my ears, and the surrounding landscape also came into view. There was no team, nor could it stop the speed of these people's movement.
