The owner of the house was pruning the branches of the herbs in front of his house. Suddenly, the scissors were snatched away: "Sir, I'll do it."
He looked at the thirty-year-old Genie in front of him and sighed: "No need, you... Have grown up..." After that, he took back the scissors and continued pruning.
"His hair... Has all turned white... Xiaozhuang..." Looking at the man in black and holding a sword in the central hall, he kept sighing.
"What happened to Mr. Wei Zhuang over the years... But Mr. Wei Zhuang has not forgotten you!" Chi Lian said almost eagerly after hearing the man's sigh.
He turned back to the woman in front of him who had experienced the vicissitudes of life. He smiled at her and said, "I know."