The villagers all lowered their heads in fear. There was a kind of danger on this man that they could not afford to provoke.
This man was too handsome. He was like the Sun in the sky. They felt ashamed and did not dare to look at him.
Gong Yi spread his long legs and came to the side of the car.
He looked ahead. This village was famine. There was no factory, and all he could see was a wasteland.
The men here herd cows and sheep when they reached adulthood, or they went out to work. They were very poor.
Back then, Qian Lan probably spent a small amount of money to bribe these villagers, making them give her family all kinds of embarrassment and suffering.
"Where's your village chief?" He asked.
"The village chief is at home. I'll go get him." Someone ran away very actively.
