After traveling through time, Zhao Wushuang wished that a thunderbolt would strike him to death.
There is not much to eat, the family is living in poverty, and there is a bunch of extremely poor relatives.
When I devoted myself to Nongmen, there were many disputes among the folks in the village, and relatives near and far were arguing endlessly.
Zhao Wushuang admitted it and took care of it as soon as it came. Could it be that she, a goddess doctor in the modern medical world, couldn't fight against a group of ancients?
Wait, that evil man who climbs into her window every night, come down and let's talk.
