In the backyard of No. 95 Nanluo Lane, Peking in 1958, Wu Tian bounced off the bed with shock remaining in his pupils. Both parents died, leaving two main rooms and an ocean of one thousand dollars - the whole hospital was jealous, stupid Zhu, Xu Damao and Qin Huairu all stared at this piece of fat. I took a deep breath and clenched my fists. Let Lingbao recognize his master first and then settle the matter.