Lin Mo took his girl out to sea and was struck by lightning, transforming her into an eighteen-year-old street kid in a courtyard in 1958. A family of six squeezed into two back rooms. The original owner had just been beaten with a stick, and the youngest sister hugged his legs and cried. Jia Dongxu is not dead yet, Qin Huairu has not turned black yet, and Yi Zhonghai has not yet found a new son. He touched the swelling on the back of his head and gritted his teeth: I will first find out who slapped the sap, and then I will clean up the beasts in the hospital!
Mathematics is so awesome. Oops, I can't see it.