C90 The Slap on the Table
"What mission?" Qin Yuan asked in confusion. To be honest, he couldn't see through his grandfather at all. He had such great strength, but he had always acted like an ordinary person. At least, Qin Yuan hadn't noticed anything unusual when he lived with him for the past ten years.
"Help me deliver a letter to an old friend." Ye Yanluo said with a smile
