If we hadn't met back then, he might have had another ending. Don't hide here for so many years.

"good!"

Ye Fan didn't waste any time, picked up the old cat, put it on a rocking chair, and moved it to the window.

As soon as the window was opened, the wind and rain poured in instantly, soaking the old cat's vicissitudes of life.

Ye Fan brought another bottle and filled him with whiskey.

"Thank you."

The old cat drank all the whiskey in the glass, then leaned against the cabinet and watched the wind and rain.

He tightened his clothes, looked calm, and the changing scenes in his eyes seemed to be watching the ups and downs of his life.

He felt neither pain nor heartache, only a sadness that was difficult to express.

Then, from the corner of his eye, he saw Ye Fan bowing slightly and retreating.

At the same time, Yuan Qingyi stepped in.

She picked up Lao Mao's gun, loaded it with bullets, and then put the gun against the back of his head:

“Have a nice trip!”

Trigger pulled.

"flutter!"
Chapter completed!