Her last kinsman had also been reduced to living in Old Linzi.
Although he was said to be guarding the entrance, in reality, without the token, one simply couldn't enter the clan's territory.
Living here alone was practically equivalent to being semi-exiled.
The old man had feared his decisive and efficient younger sister since childhood, and now he dared not refuse her.
But he was still stubborn and insisted on taking some of his belongings.
He entered the wooden hut; it was extremely dim, lacking even a lamp.
The old man brought out a small box and decided to take it with him.
Granny Fox glanced at the blackish substance in the pot, and her eyes reddened slightly.
Any last bit of hesitation and internal struggle she felt completely dissipated at that moment.
She had originally wanted to ask why, when she returned last year and had given him a card with several hundred thousand yuan on it, he was now eating this kind of food.
