Traveling through the courtyard scene, Silly Zhu wore my scarf to bully my wife. Before the punch could land, the deaf old lady spoke first. Xu Damao made a fuss and Yi Zhonghai suppressed the situation. The whole yard was surrounded by people watching the grassland above my head. This red scarf must have something to say today. Otherwise, I, Jiang Jianjun, would be the male host for nothing.
