C346 Withering Rain

I still owe you too much.

City H, on the other side.

Faint Mo Xuan.

An old man was slowly grinding ink in the study room.

He looked healthy and healthy.

At this moment, a figure walked in.

He respectfully bowed towards the old man and simultaneously shouted:

"Grandfather."

"Yes."

The old man replied softly.

Now that the ink was ready, the old man took a pen and dipped it in ink