Taking the warehouse

After a few footsteps, a middle-aged man rushed in. When he saw Fang Xing sitting by the bed, tears streamed down his face.,"I'm actually the grandpa!" Fang Xing excitedly raised his thin right hand, wanting to take a bite and see if he was dreaming.,Fang Xing picked up a piece of beef. In June's weather, the icy beef made his hands numb.。