, that is, you suddenly feel uncomfortable and sour when you press down. Shaking his neck and exhaling to be awake, he picked up his chopsticks and prepared to eat.

Maybe his neck was sore from bending over too much, but he didn't dare to say it because he was afraid of political class.

Song Bai said: "If you have time, you can ask Mr. Su."

"Why did you ask him?" Yang Fan couldn't speak clearly with meat in his mouth, and suddenly a light came to his mind, but the man had already said it.

"Mr. Su is a Chinese medicine doctor."

"Well, it's nothing, so don't bother others." Su Yide always has a faint smell of traditional Chinese medicine, which makes his whole person feel like a Maitreya Buddha, although he smiles like a Maitreya Buddha...he still dare not .

"Your phone has been flashing just now, maybe someone is looking for you." Song Bai packed up the dishes and turned to leave step by step.

There are some things that he can't intervene now.

Yang Fan felt puzzled and turned on the phone, and more than 20 text messages appeared in front of him.

[Dafan, go home, your father is dead, you are the eldest son, go home and take a last look at him. 】

【Mom please. 】

【Get together before your dad leaves and let him go safely. 】

[Brother, why did you call Hei Mom! 】

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