My Backyard Is a Plane Shelter

The lights were dim, and Yang Degao moved away the dense pot of cactus in the backyard. He was almost frightened to death! "You, who are you? Don't come over, don't come over!" ——"Don't be afraid, young master. The little girl Huang Rong just wants to be a slave and maid here with you. All she wants is for you to give her food to eat!" "Huang Rong? Isn't your father Huang Yaoshi?" ——"How did the young master know?" Yang Degao closed his eyes and did not faint: "Aren't there nine stars in a row today? Has Asan sunk into the Indian Ocean?"