Ye Fan stared at the old man's eyes tightly, wanting to see something, but the old man in sackcloth hurriedly turned his head to dodge, his expression was frightened and flustered, like a fugitive who had committed a big crime, evading the police's raid.

"You know me. Ye Fan lightly spit out these four words, these are very ordinary four words, but they made the old man feel like he was stabbed in the heart, his scalp was numb, and he showed a creepy expression!

"No, no, no, I don't...... I don't know you! I don't know, I haven't seen you!" he waved his hand, fell backwards, and fell to the ground like a mad psychopath.

Shen Jiayao looked at this old man with a strange expression, wouldn't it, this person had really seen Ye Fan?

Two eight-pole ......