"Son, I'm going to die, maybe in five years, maybe seven years, so you don't have to look forward to it. Before I die, I will not let Ye's family go. Even if I die one day, I will die in front of Ye's door.

"But so far, you haven't pulled Ye Jia down and won't succeed."

"So what, do you think someone will accept you now in Congliang? Ye Nianmo is dead, or do you want to shine? The other party has been angry, this time is really no good, you have nothing, except me, no one will accept you."

She approached, her wrinkled face crumpled together because she...