The moment Fang Mingjie appeared, Chang Banpo's expression turned cold.
But Fang Mingjie had no intention of arguing just then. He simply took out a photograph.
It was a family portrait with three elderly people in it. One was probably the real Fang Mingjie's mother, and the other two were his parents-in-law.
There was also a woman of about thirty in the photograph. She looked very gentle and was probably his wife.
The two children stood out the most, one eleven and the other eight. Both their faces were brimming with happy smiles, and they looked cheerful and lively.
That single photograph was enough to show that Fang Mingjie had taken very good care of the two children.
When the real Fang Mingjie died, the older child had only been three, and the younger one might have just been born or even still been in his mother's womb. Supporting such a large family while paying off a mortgage and a car loan-this two-hundred-year-old Snake Spirit was lucky he was a Snake Spirit. If he had been human, he would probably have dropped dead by now.
Not only had he kept his promise, he had done so perfectly.
"This is my wife. She works as a sales assistant at a clothing store now and only earns three or four thousand a month."
"These are my parents-in-law. They're in poor health. Even after medical insurance reimbursements, their medicine costs several hundred each a month, nearly two thousand for the two of them."
"These are my two sons. The older one is eleven, and the younger one is eight."
"This is the mother of this body of mine. She has dementia."
Fang Mingjie introduced everyone in the photograph one by one, then said, "If I die, this family is finished."
He sighed and