Li Mingmo always found this very strange and bizarre.
However, after staying at Snowfield Manor for some time, Li Mingmo really admired Ji Hanyu.
Now hearing that even someone as sunny as Ji Yiyi has a tragic past, Li Mingmo understood Ji Hanyu even more.
Actually, Ji Hanyu's thoughts were quite simple. What he didn't have, he couldn't get back anymore, and no one could give it to him.
But his brother, his son, what they wanted, he had the ability to give.
If he couldn't provide it for now, he could use his ability to create it for them in the future.
"Mingmo bro, aren't you a lip-reader? What are my brother and Ye Jinyan talking about? Translate for me!"
Li Mingmo: "I don't know, I can't see clearly."
Ji Yiyi, disdainfully: "Aren't you supposed to have Eyes of Golden Flame? Pfft, with that, you're supposed to be a sharpshooter? Eyes of Golden Flame? I think you have glaucoma, more like cataracts."
