My parents were killed by a drunk driver, leaving me with a thousand-year-old courtyard house. This yard is cursed, if you don't do good deeds, you can't live. I donated all my family property and was so poor that I ate steamed buns and stood on the rooftop wanting to jump. Wu Xuanyi, secretary of the Communist Youth League, caught up with her: I will be your girlfriend, don't let it get to you. The rich woman from Xiaoshan took the initiative to offer me money. Is this poor yard trying to gain some virtue for me?
