Goulang: I Can't Be Judged as a Trump Card, so I Have to Deliver Food.

[This story is purely fictitious. If there are any similarities, I wrote it blindly] Chen Lin was sent away from the mountain village where he had lived for eighteen years by his uncle who was in charge of the village. Unexpectedly, he was delivering food in a big city? ! "You stinky old man lied to me!" Chen Lin secretly thought, "Oh yes, there is also a dead ghost brother, where did he die?!"