C194 The Worst Guess

In the northwest, at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains, there was a farm.

"Hey, Mr. Xu, your mail's here."

"Alright, I'm coming."

A slender man in his sixties, with graying hair, leaned on a cane as he made his way to the farm gate to collect his mail.

The gatekeeper remarked enviously, "Mr. Xu, your daughter is something else. After all these years