"Su Wantang, you even sell your own flesh and blood, do you have any conscience!" Lu Qingyun slammed a stack of unity on the square table with peeling paint, "I will give you the money, but don't touch the child!"
Su Wantang, the billionaire e-commerce empress, looked at the leaky adobe house and the two hungry dumplings at her feet, and rubbed her forehead. She wore a book and became a vicious woman who sold girls to her parents' house in the 1970s. The green tea educated youth next door were waiting to watch the joke and take over her husband.
Get out! She has a large wholesale market space in her hand, and the food and meat industry is open to the public! He slapped the best sister-in-law with her backhand and kicked the green tea educated youth. Lack of food and clothing? Doesn't exist.
When the cold-faced husband came home from vacation, he saw his fair wife and daughter and the yard full of New Year's goods. His tall body blocked the door of the house and his voice became hoarse: "Daughter-in-law, do you want to sleep in separate beds tonight?"
