C589 The Old Dried Corpse

In the middle of the night, in the ancestral hall of the Lan family, there was a gloomy atmosphere.

Lan Zhiyong took a deep breath and took a step forward. He said with a trembling voice:

"Father, this matter. . . . . . What are you going to do? "

Old Man Lan's expression changed. At this moment, it was no longer calm, but extremely difficult to see