C819 The Grudge of Killing One's Wife Is Irreconcilable!

Ye Fann wiped the grease from the corner of her mouth: "You're so grown-up, and you still have oil in your mouth. Although the food is delicious, but you have to restrain yourself, we'll eat it next time."

"Ye Fann, catch." Ninth Uncle threw a small porcelain bottle to Ye Fann. "This is a Qi dissipating powder