Jiang Feng was curious, who was so unlucky to be hung on the city tower?
Just lifting his eyes, he was completely dumbfounded!
It had been years since he saw Uncle Huo.
His three children had grown quite a bit.
Little Huowa could run and jump now.
The eldest son had already developed some masculine charm.
The second daughter was sensible and considerate.
Little Huowa was mischievous, bringing joy to the whole family.
All these years, with Han Dong's care, Uncle Huo's family lived quite well; even though they were imprisoned in the Imperial City, they weren't mistreated in terms of food and drink.
But as they aged.
Coupled with being inseparable from liquor.
Uncle Huo had aged a lot.
His temples turned white, his body was slightly hunched, Aunt Huo worked hard all day, and as she aged, her body became much more rotund than before.
