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
