The Fang family.
Fang Pingjue stood in the courtyard with his walking stick, facing a low observation tree. It was unknown what he was thinking.
Ever since he had half a leg amputated, his entire aura had become a little dull, and he no longer had his usual flamboyance and arrogance.
In the past, he refused to accept that he was old. Now, he was older and his mentality was old as well.
Xu Pingfei sat on a coffee chair in the backyard. As she drank coffee, she chatted with her female friend on the phone and discussed where they should hang out. Listening to her chatter, Fang Pingjue would occasionally frown and turn around to glare at her.
Xu Pingfei had become bold over the years and was not afraid of him at all. Seeing him glare at her, she even rolled her eyes at him.
Seeing this, Fang Pingjue was extremely angry.
