Traveling through a courtyard house in the 1960s, the brothers were kicked to the concrete floor at the beginning, and the brothers cowered in the corner and did not dare to say a word. The scrambled eggs are left for the eldest brother, and the steamed buns and pickles are given as charity. I stood up with a sore waist and sneered. To settle the accounts of this hospital, let's start by figuring out who is hitting whom.
