Fist and reason

Before the bystanders could react, they saw a few well-trained burly men walking up from downstairs.

With a few loud clattering sounds, the already shaky security door was completely knocked down, and the dust that splashed up made people cough continuously.

Lin Hanxing smiled faintly. Without the anti-theft door, they could see each other more clearly.

"It's much more comfortable now."

Lin Hanxing's words were neither warm nor cold, but it had a different meaning to others.

"Xi Bao, let's go in." Then, he walked towards the door.

Jiang Xibao quickly followed her, afraid that the ninth miss would suffer in the hands of his aunt.

Her aunt had a sharp tongue, and she often bullied her mother when she was still a girl.

After she got married, her life became more and more delicate.

In the market, one could argue from the East to the West with just a few cents of change.