Qi Jia was walking on the road in a black trench coat, thinking about finding a high-paying job so that she could support a large family of old, weak, women and children. Suddenly, her eyes turned cold, and just as she was about to hold her breath, a wooden stick was placed on her neck. Before I fainted, I vaguely heard two men saying: This guy is really handsome. Sell him to the Cowherd's shop.
Today's dinner is ready.
Hey hey hey…. No matter how well-educated Qi Jia was, he couldn't help but curse: Damn...