Lu xiuche, just you wait.

Yu yuanfan happened to hear those words. He clenched his fists slowly and gritted his teeth. He turned around and sat back down with a sullen face.

Xiaoche, xiaoche ... In their hearts, there would always be only one Lu xiuche. He would never have a place ...

They were both grandsons. If he could have a quality of life like Lu xiuche, if he could have a young master's life like Lu xiuche, he would have been the better one.

These two old things, neither of them was willing to open their eyes to take a good look at him. Neither of them was giving him a chance.

Since that was the case, then don't blame him ...

When Yu yuanfan saw old master Lu's glass of water, he felt for the medicine bag in his pocket. After some hesitation, he took it out.