"Um?"

"Uncle, who are you?"

"Could it be my brother Fan's father?"

When Ye Qingtian was moved by the scene and looked back at the past, two more figures appeared quietly at the foot of Yunding Mountain.

At this time, Chen Fei and Han Shaojie, who were carrying flowers and strong wine, had just walked up to Yunding Mountain when they saw Ye Qingtian sitting in front of Ye Fan's grave with red eyes and drinking a suffocating wine.

However, these two people obviously don't think of the man in front of them.

However, seeing how sad he was and his age, Chen Fei and Han Shaojie secretly guessed that this person was Ye Fan's biological father.

Ye Qingtian's old face twitched at that time: "I'm not, don't talk nonsense, bad seniority!"

At the beginning, Ye Qingtian just regarded Ye Fan as a junior.

However, as Ye Fan became more and more famous in the martial arts world and his ability was becoming stronger and stronger, Ye Qingtian no longer regarded Ye Fan as a junior, but instead placed Ye Fan on an equal position with him.

Or, it’s a friend who is forgot about age!

Now these two stupid boys actually say that they are Ye Fan and he

Dad, this really made Ye Qingtian feel a little amused and crying.

"Ah, isn't it?"

"I'm sorry, we admit our mistake."

Chen Fei and Han Shaojie were a little embarrassed.

In fact, I have known Ye Fan for so long, and they have never met Ye Fan's father.

I only know that Ye Fan has a mother in Jingzhou.

Now that seeing a middle-aged man so sad in front of Ye Fan's grave makes them mistakenly think that the person in front of him is Ye Fan's mysterious father.

After a brief conversation, Chen Fei and the others realized that the people who came to Ye Fan today were all friends.

"Brother Fan, it's been a year, brother, I'll come to see you."

Chen Fei and Han Shaojie also sat down on the ground.

Put the flowers in front of Ye Fan's tomb, and then the two of them opened the wine and poured four glasses.

In addition to Chen Fei and Han Shaojie, they also poured Ye Qingtian a cup. Of course, the last cup was poured directly on Ye Fan's grave.

"Why..."

"Brother Fan, you didn't think there was anything when you were there."

"Now, when you leave, you will know how important you are to Jiangdong."

Chen Fei sighed and as he spoke, tears fell down.

His eyes were red, he picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one go.

"Brother Fan, you don't know. Although it's only one year, the entire Jiangdong has changed."

“Everything is different.”

"The Mufan Group you founded is on the verge of bankruptcy."

"Only your uncles are left, so I can barely hold on."

"Auntie and Miss Qiu have also left, leaving Jiangdong."

"And it seems that they won't come on your death day this year."

"Brother Fan, you are good everywhere. You are worthy of your brothers, your subordinates, and the people of the world."

"But seriously, the only thing you are sorry for is your loved ones."

"Miss Qiu and Aunt Ye hate you. You are also responsible for your own consequences."

"You said, why were you so unhappy back then and dealing with such powerful forces?"

"A good family, a good Jiangdong, and a good career, are all broken up now..."

"Since he returned that year, Mr. Lei San has been staying at home all day long and drinking to relieve his sorrows."

"Mr. Li Er is away all year round and has not returned to Jiangdong for several months."

"Oh Master Ao also retired."

"Wang Jiexi is seriously ill and cannot afford to stay bedridden."

"The elders who followed you to dominate Jiangdong no longer care about Jiangdong's affairs."

"Now Jiangdong's great power has long been left behind by others."

"Before, our Shen family was able to barely support it with the pressure of the new king by relying on Shaojie's father."

"But a few months ago, Shaojie's father and Uncle He, He Lanshan, were all transferred."

"The current Jiangdong powerhouses probably don't have many people who remember Mr. Chu back then?"

As the saying goes, one day the emperor is the emperor and another day the minister.
Chapter completed!