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.

recognized the two of them,

already very thin. At this time, his eyes widened,

the side, was also dumbfounded. She stood up, pointing at Charlie with one finger and

was sour, and he sighed softly, and said with

speak, and said in a trembling voice: “Uncle Orrin…Hello! And Angie, how are

him and muttered, “Are

said, “Uncle Orrin, it’s me, I’m

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

up laboriously, and then

gratitude and guilt: “Uncle Orrin, for

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