"Grandpa, I just told you that brother Ye Feng is probably the Ye Feng who won the literary competition. You just don't believe me." A seven or eight-year-old boy in the village looked up at the village chief.
The village chief was so excited that he couldn't speak. He walked back and forth and rubbed his hands, "I have always thought that you have good literary talent. I never thought that you could defeat all the talented men and women in the world and rank second in the world. Ye Feng, you know this is
What an honor? You don’t have to worry about it for the rest of your life."
Chapter completed!