Envy, Jealousy, Hate

After Jiang Xia finished speaking, Mother Jiang turned her head away aggrievedly. Jiang Wensheng sighed awkwardly.

"Xiao Xia, you and your mother can go over and take a look. It's not convenient for me to go over. Everyone on the street knows me."Jiang Wensheng said.

Jiang Xia and her son agreed.

If you're a man of the same profession, you're a man of the same profession. If you're a man of the same profession, you're a man of the same profession. If you're a man of the same profession, you're a man of the same profession.

The mother and son tidied up their clothes and got up to go out after a while. This street was not like the main road outside. It was not a two-way road, so it was more convenient for customers to go shopping. The business of the shops nearby was also better. However, in the past, the deeper they walked, the quieter it was. However, it was different today.