He Ling was led into the courtyard by He Daqing. He was eighteen years old and had a delicate face. The whole courtyard was staring at him - such a spirited young man, could he be a fool? He Daqing wanted to stay, but He Yuzhu stopped him. He sat down on the ground and rolled around. He Ling stood on the side with a blank expression, and the system space in his mind had turned eight hundred times. In this poor yard, it's not certain who is stupid.
