Ten Thousand Years Old Iron Tree Blooms (1)
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Yang Dianfeng only felt a little uncomfortable when he went out today.
It was drizzling today, and his heart seemed to be empty.
Usually, when it rained, his mother would send a servant to deliver clothes and umbrellas.
Yang Dianfeng had countless businesses outside, but this was his mother's kind gesture. Over the years, he had developed this habit.
At this moment, it was drizzling, and the servant who delivered the clothes did not come.
The servant who delivered the umbrella didn't come either.
It was said that the kitchen had stewed a pot of soup this morning, but she did not send it to him.
Yang Dianfeng didn't feel good.
Did he get sick from anger?
Yang Dianfeng raised his hand and remembered that he didn't bring Qiuqiu out today. He felt increasingly frustrated and took a deep breath.
Then, he headed towards the Jiang family.
By following Lulu, he could calm his mind and focus.