A man and a woman at the table, no matter their looks, temperament, and clothes at home, they all looked very luxurious and decent.

The man in it looked a little haggard, and his face and lips had lost his normal blood color. At first sight, he was chronically ill, or even dying.

But the woman next to him was very well maintained and very beautiful. Her appearance was seven points similar to Stefanie, and she seemed to be in her 30s.

Charlie recognized the two at a glance, they were Uncle Orrin, whom he had known since childhood, and his wife, Angie.

of

At this time, his eyes widened, trembling and trying to

dumbfounded. She stood up, pointing at Charlie with one finger

softly, and said with a trembling voice:

and unable to speak, and

looked at him and muttered, “Are you really

it’s me, I’m Charlie, do you still

father when you were young, and you are similar to the photos of your grandfather when you were

up laboriously,

a few steps to support him, and said with gratitude and guilt: “Uncle Orrin, for

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