Early the next morning, at Ye Tianhao's old house.
Early in the morning, there was a knocking sound, waking Ye Tianhao who got up to open the door. Suddenly, a figure in mourning attire holding an iron hammer appeared, startling Ye Tianhao.
"Xiao Guan, did someone in your family pass away?" Ye Tianhao asked.
Pfft~
Upon hearing this, Guan Zhongyuan spat out a mouthful of blood. What do you mean someone died? The reason there's white cloth on my head is all thanks to your precious daughter, my future wife, okay?
Seeing Guan Zhongyuan's sad reaction, Ye Tianhao continued, "Xiao Guan, life and death are inevitable, don't be too upset. You must not bottle up your grief. You need to let it all out; see, you're spitting blood already. If you don't let it out, things will only get worse!"
