The unusual "good-for-nothing" of the Li family, Li Wuliang, stumbles into the extraordinary age of "arts."
He opened and closed his eyes, and croaked!
Who did it??! The little brat in the Zhongshan suit? The bewitching young cousin plotting to seize the family fortune? The child-faced, mountain-born domineering beauty? The refined, jade-like gentleman?…
Dog-headed tactician Zhou Dasha: Are they all traps?
Li Wuliang: …
So here's the question:
Which trap struck first?
The traps get deeper and deeper, more and more carrots get caught, and in the end, did he actually trap himself?!
