The dandy young master Ye Shaoqing traveled through time and became the son of a run-down family in ancient times.
A thatched hut, three broken bowls, a hungry stomach, and no rice to cook with.
Beneath her knees was a fragile six-year-old child, and beside her stood a thin and thin concubine.
The uncle outside the door was watching eagerly, just waiting for his death.
[Beep——] Get out of here, Master!
[Beep——] One kick is not enough for two kicks!
[Beep——] Your son must take good care of his concubine!
Private property, no strangers should touch it.
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Main attack, main attack, main attack, important things are said three times.
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