"I'm actually the grandpa!" Fang Xing excitedly raised his thin right hand, wanting to take a bite and see if he was dreaming.,Fang Xing was a little afraid. He walked his hands and feet to the door of a warehouse, and with one push, the door opened.,This is a refrigerated storage room, with white mist hanging in the air. Large chunks of beef are neatly stacked inside.。