Ouyang Feng was about to spit out blood because bad luck really was expediting this. He got irritated the more he thought about how things were increasingly going against his favor today. Now he encountered an old uncle like this who was dragging him to meet his in-laws with a death grip.
A smile still hung on his lips and it was about to wrinkle his face.
Unfortunately, the old man talked endlessly without getting to the point and kept on talking without end. He was incomparably nostalgic as he gave Ouyang Feng an account of the ancient times of the outstanding years Jun Tuo and him had. While he spoke, he praised Ouyang Feng for inheriting Jun Tuo's temperament; not only were the both of them alike in appearance, even their svelte was similar!