Juliana Lewis listened to old Mr. Leach's words, and he was really in distress situation.

"Grandpa, you are really not terminally ill, just, just not in good spirits."

Old Mr. Leach smiled kindly at Juliana Lewis: "Okay, little wine, don't comfort me."

"When an old friend died, his family was so comforted."

Juliana Lewis said directly: "It is really not terminally ill, but similar to poisoning."

"I don't believe it, how could I..."

Old Mr. Leach froze for a moment, staring at the landing wine. "What did you say?"

Juliana Lewis said: "It's really not a terminal illness. Don't you feel familiar with your current situation?"

Old Mr. Leach stood...