Li Xiyue carries her space and spiritual pet, transmigrating from the apocalypse to the 1970s.
Her birth mother died early, and her birth father remarried, turning into a stepfather. The only...
Who knows whether the other party is secretly doing some shameful things under the banner of serving the country and the people?
You can only know a person's face but not his heart. She would not trust anyone easily, let alone someone she had just met.
After coming out of the welfare home, Li Xiyue did not get into Ye Tian’s car again. She planned to take the bus back. When the bus passed the department store, Li Xiyue got off.
She wanted to buy some cakes to bring back to Chu Xingbang.
I went to the pastry shop, picked out some pastries that were easy to digest and not too sweet, and took them away.
Not long after she left, two old comrades entered the department store while talking.
"Lao Hei, is there anything wrong with the place in Su Province?"
Black Cripple replied: "Don't worry, big brother, everything is fine."
Wu Lao Hu took a puff of his cigar and asked, "Have you found the thief who stole your goods in March?"
"I didn't find anything, not even a trace, it's like hell." The black lame man stood with his hands behind his back, a sinister look lingering around him.
If he finds out who that bastard is, he will kill his entire clan.
Wu Lao Hu glanced at his sworn brother with dissatisfaction, "Old Black, I think you've gone backwards. Back when we were on the underworld, we were so famous. Who would dare to mess with us?"
"Brother, that is definitely not an ordinary thief." The black lame man limped behind him.
Wu Lao Hu blew out a smoke ring and didn't believe what his brother said. He just thought that his brother was too old and couldn't even control a small local thief.
But later, he believed it because he had fallen into the same trap.