Rebirth as a Court A

The old man panicked, hugging me tightly while shouting, “Old gentleman, old gentleman, come quickly, come quickly…”,What's the worry You, a seven-year-old kid now, acting like you're a one hundred sixty-pound strongman A big sweet potato like this should be easy enough to hold on to, why worry about getting bumped,Walking on the bumpy rural path, I felt a mixture of excitement and trepidation.。