Live for money, die for it

pen again.Old Man Chen, who had already returned home, sat on the doorstep with his daughter on his embroidered shoulder strap. My father was sitting on a bamboo stool, Da Bao squatting beside him. Th...ly! Or do you want to become disabled!"I'm getting a bit angry. It's true that when people trample on your kindness, you feel nameless anger rising. Jiang Qiyun must have been really annoyed with me b...