Tan Ningyuan knew that such a day would come when he stepped into this house, but he never imagined that the so-called retribution could sometimes be so direct.
When he wanted to drink hot water, he found that he had to chop wood and burn it himself.
When he wanted to have a good meal, he found that even the potatoes had sprouted.
When he was looking for something thick, he found that the best piece of clothing in the house was a blue and gray school uniform that had been washed and had rough edges.
Wang, Xiao, Chuan, even if you are not to blame for this matter, Master Tan has already settled this debt on you.