"Mo Yan!" Li Shiming looked at the gray-haired man who kept kowtowing to him, and still recognized that this was his servant Mo Yan.

Twenty years later, Mo Yan, who is about the same age as him, has shown some old looks.

"It's me, Young Master, Young Master still remembers me!" Mo Yan said with a smile, his face was full of tears, he thought of something, opened the door and said, "Young master, come in, Master has been very busy these days. bad, right

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