Li Fugui thought the person with a familiar figure was Amo, Li Fuyou's confidant, whose appearance hadn't changed; he could recognize him.
But the person beside him, looking bone-thin, should be Li Fuyou.
Not seeing him for a year, why had he become like this?
Where was the former air of the second young master of the Li Family?
If it weren't for Amo beside him, walking alone on the street, he probably wouldn't recognize him.
Because his face had wasted away, protruding eyes, sunken cheeks, completely like a mere layer of skin covering him.
Meeting under these circumstances, saying it's not shocking is impossible.
What had he gone through in this year to become like this?
"You..."
He really didn't know what to say.
At this moment, Li Fuyou also felt immensely awkward, coughed twice, hunched over, and turned to leave.
But at this point, Amo couldn't hold back anymore and spoke, "Young master, didn't you come to see him?"
