Chapter 27

is my pot, and my fish!”This is just ridiculous, this wicked old woman threw feces at her, stole her porridge, and even tried to scratch her eyes!The old woman with a pointed face watched as she coul...aking his waist even narrower and shoulders broader.The whole person resembled a tall, elegant and cool white poplar tree.But she knew he was a knife, and when his deep eyes looked at her, it even rem...