"I'm talking about you. Is there anyone poorer than you in this house? Hurry up and get out."
Yu Qiang looked at Feng Xi's "dumbfounded" expression and thought that there was something wrong with his brain.
"You're richer than me?"
Feng Xi asked with a smile. Her smile was no different from a demon's.
Eldest uncle?
Yu Sheng and Han Bing immediately turned around when they heard the voice.
Yu Sheng looked at the clothes Feng Xi was wearing and tried to hold back her laughter. What was she wearing?
Feng Xi couldn't find any clothes to wear. She cut her t-shirt and stained her white pants with fruit juice. She felt that it wasn't good, so she rolled on the grass again.
His hair was a mess, and he was quite satisfied with how he came.
Otherwise, why would he be called a stinky beggar?
Han Bing wanted to get up but was stopped by Feng Xi's gaze.
