You said: "I heard you went to the Qin family to celebrate your birthday a few days ago?"
"right."
Shen Chongwu hummed heavily: "Ninetyth birthday, hum! Why is Lao Qin not dead yet?"
You said: "How many times have you knocked?"
“Three.”
Shen Chongwu laughed and posed as a big golden sword, facing Ye Huan, and waved at him with one hand, and said with murderous aura in his smile: "Come on, kowtow six of you."
Ye Huan: Angry…”
Not long after, the guards near the courtyard watched Ye Huan come out like a depressed and helpless look on his face, muttering to himself like crazy, and speaking in Shaanxi dialect.
"Um, it's really wrong. You shouldn't come here. If you don't come here, you won't always be a grandson for others. If you don't get old, you won't fall into this sad place...