I'm a Street Bum, and My Treasure of a Wife Is Waiting for Me to Turn Over a New Leaf
我街溜子，宝藏老婆等我浪子回头
- Status
- Ongoing
- Length
- 2 Words
- Genre
- Urban Romance
- Subgenre
- Urban Life
- Updated
- 3y ago
- Source
- Faloo
Synopsis
All-time: Reads, Flowers.
1Chapters
280.6kReads
490Flowers
10.0Score
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How embarrassing, what does a three or four year old kid know? You knelt down and confessed to her, and you swore an oath. . . Besides, do children know that you go home and take things to sell? Most likely she will just run away when she sees you. After all, you beat her and still talked to you so much. Are you a prodigy? You have to say that a seven or eight-year-old can still know something, but a three- or four-year-old can only play in the mud. . .