"Sisters and sisters."

Passing servants would stop to greet Ye Shui-Mo and smile gently at Qin Xiaoya's appearance.

Wow, that's OK. I used to think it was the stump used for making color TV dramas. I didn't expect that Dongjiang really had such a proud place to exist. I was afraid of losing my way.

Ye Shui-ink dotted the button of the garage, and the iron sheet rose slowly. She laughed: "Not all of them are true. For example, our family has no habit of gargling with bird's nest in the morning. Every day we eat household dishes. We don't eat Man-Han dinner at any time, nor do we eat...