Chapter 62

Hearing the voice, the man who was watering turned around. The moment he turned around, his mature and elegant face was revealed. His eyes were deep and sharp, and his eyebrows were handsome and handsome. The passage of time only deepened the vicissitudes and calmness of his facial features. He was not as lean and old as ordinary laborers, but his hair was completely white. His silvery-white hair flickered in the sun, which was eye-catching, but Dickson Trump didn't care about them. He looked at Damien with a kettle in his hand. "Have you brought the things back?" "I've brought it here, brother-in-law." Damien handed the box in his hand. After seeing the box, Dickson Trump's eyes trembled. He threw the kettle in his hand and strode over. He took the box, which had existed for many years as if he was touching the memory of the past. "It's her box." When Damien saw that Dickson Trump grabbed the box, his hands trembled slightly, and his voice was full of emotion. It was almost impossible